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look.”
    â€œAnd could we borrow your wish thing for the name, Summer?” I asked. “Blueberry Wishes Body Butter?”
    Summer looked really pleased. “Yeah, sure,” she said.
    A while later, when we’d settled on the best fit of bottles and jars for the rainbow products and lined them all up in colour order on the table, Mum came out of the bathroom in her dressing gown, looking much better. “Oh, they look wonderful,” she exclaimed.
    â€œGlad you like them,” I said.
    â€œWe just need to get the body butter tested, as it’s a new product, and then that’s everything done,” said Grace. “Saff’s going to pop it in to the cosmetic chemist in Paignton tomorrow before college.”
    â€œAnd if everything’s okay with it, I should be able to pick up the certificate afterwards,” Saff added, “so we’ll have it ready to give to Dad with everything else when Abbie briefs him at the weekend.”
    â€œThat’s great,” said Mum. “You girls really have got everything covered.”
    â€œHey, I know, I could come and do nails at the Fayre,” Saff offered. “I bet you’d make stacks of extra cash that way.”
    â€œI’m sorry, love, but I need you here,” said Mum. “You’ll have loads of manicure appointments, thanks to our offer. And, Grace, I’ll need you out front to welcome people, and sell products once they’ve had their treatments, otherwise they tend to just leave without browsing.”
    â€œOh, yeah, course,” said Grace, and Saff gave a little nod too.
    Summer’s brother Jim beeped the horn of their Land Rover outside, so we said our goodbyes and had lots more hugs. (Ben’s right – we are totally girly!)
    Then we sat round the table and looked at our beautiful new rainbow of products. “The London shops will love these,” Saff said excitedly. “And we’ll have to think of ways to tell our local customers about them too – they are unique to us, after all. You can’t just walk into any old place and buy them.”
    We all smiled, knowing that any old place actually meant the brand-spanking-new place down the road.
    Mum smiled. “My clever, wonderful girls,” she sighed.
    Grace grinned. “I know that the new spa opening isn’t great news, but I really think we’ve got it covered now,” she said. “Between our promotion and the stall at the Autumn Fayre, I’m sure we’ve done enough to keep our customers, and hopefully get some new ones too. Things are going to be fine, I can just feel it. And of course, the London side of the business should be growing too, so soon we won’t just be relying on income from Rainbow Beauty itself.”
    We looked at each other and smiled. If Grace thought things would be okay – cautious, careful Grace – well, then, surely they would be.

On Wednesday when I got back from school, I was supposed to be doing my History homework. In fact, I’d accidentally let slip that it was due in on Friday and so Mum was insisting on it (I am quite famous in our family for leaving schoolworky things until the absolute last minute and then driving everyone mad by stressing out about them). Instead I slouched around Rainbow Beauty, looking for a job to do.
    â€œYou won’t find anything that needs to be ordered, cleaned or sorted out down here,” said Mum smugly, as she dried up the smoothie glasses, leaning on the door frame of the kitchenette. She’d had a steady stream of customers who’d seen our offer leaflets, and people were booking in for the next few days too, so she was looking very happy. “I’ve made sure everything’s done, so you’ve no excuse not to go and get on with that homework.”
    It was just looking like I would really have to go upstairs and get on with it when I decided to see if her happy mood was happy enough to let