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perfume to wear. It smelt lovely. The youngest Webster sister, Miss Lily, bought her a pretty pink rose especially from the florist when Ellie said she had to wear a pink rose on her dress for her date to recognize her. That was especially nice of the old girl, funny how people can be a lot kinder than you think, she thought as she took it from her, blushing like crazy.
She wished she could have confided in her Mum too but she knew that she would have been pretty strict about it. Her cheeks felt on fire, she was so excited she could hardly breathe.
Before she left the hotel at midday, Miss Goring told her again to be extra careful when meeting this stranger, repeating what she had said to her when reading the Tarot. But that was only natural, all old people were cautious about making friends and new acquaintances. And she promised she would be very careful.
Ellie remembered what Miss Goring had said about the man who was there in her cards; a tall dark stranger, and giggled. Didn’t all fortune tellers say the same things to impress their clients? Ellie promised Mrs Wyatt that she would tell her brother where she was going. But she told him she was going on the pier with the girls. If she told him she was meeting someone, a young man, he might try to follow her. Naturally everyone else thought she’d told her mother, and she let them think that. Ellie knew she should have taken more notice of their advice but she was bubbling over inside too much. Would he think she was too young and naive?
She hadn’t been out with anyone on a date like this before. Would he expect to kiss her when they first met? Would he expect more than that? She wasn’t sure how she would handle it if he tried to kiss her.
They had arranged to meet up in the fun fair on the end of the pier at seven o’clock and have a meal afterwards. She walked nervously up the long length of the pier, past people sunning themselves in the deck chairs; it was a warm and sunny July evening.
Ellie felt like she was on a catwalk in a Paris fashion show and all eyes were on her in the new dress . She felt like giving them a twirl but that would be showing off wouldn’t it, and she didn’t want to attract too much attention.
H er legs felt wobbly and her mouth was dry. She was really quite nervous now. She passed the bingo stalls and the shooting range and entered the large amusement hall. Catching sight of herself in one of the long mirrors she was pleased with what she saw. Her cheeks were as pink as the rose she was wearing pinned on her dress and she hadn’t chewed away the new glossy fuchsia pink lipstick she was wearing despite her jiggling nerves.
Her finger nails were chewed away more than usual though. She hoped he wouldn’t notice that at the restaurant table. Her Mum was always on at her about her bad nails. If she’d really thought about it and could have afforded them she could have had extensions. She would definitely think about trying it next time.
She jumped nervously. Someone touched her bare arm and pinched her hard. Ellie squealed out in alarm; it was Janice arm in arm with another girl. Tracy Cole. They were standing by a booth, watching someone having their portrait drawn by a computerized pen inside.
Janice’s grin was wide and her voice malicious. ‘What are you doing here, Ellie? Is that a new dress? They do them in your size now, do they?’
The skinny pimpled girl with her sniggered, ‘I thought you weren’t going out anywhere till your Mum comes back, Ellie Cooper.’
‘Oh - er - I’m meeting someone, Tracy. One of the boys staying at the hotel, he asked me out. He’s very nice…’
She could tell them that much. It wasn’t such a big fib after all, was it? But she felt her tummy reacting uneasily to this. She saw them, exchanging knowing looks. Janice would be taunting her for weeks afterwards. And Ellie knew that she would drop her in it with her Mum at the first possible opportunity. But that would be later. It
She wished she could have confided in her Mum too but she knew that she would have been pretty strict about it. Her cheeks felt on fire, she was so excited she could hardly breathe.
Before she left the hotel at midday, Miss Goring told her again to be extra careful when meeting this stranger, repeating what she had said to her when reading the Tarot. But that was only natural, all old people were cautious about making friends and new acquaintances. And she promised she would be very careful.
Ellie remembered what Miss Goring had said about the man who was there in her cards; a tall dark stranger, and giggled. Didn’t all fortune tellers say the same things to impress their clients? Ellie promised Mrs Wyatt that she would tell her brother where she was going. But she told him she was going on the pier with the girls. If she told him she was meeting someone, a young man, he might try to follow her. Naturally everyone else thought she’d told her mother, and she let them think that. Ellie knew she should have taken more notice of their advice but she was bubbling over inside too much. Would he think she was too young and naive?
She hadn’t been out with anyone on a date like this before. Would he expect to kiss her when they first met? Would he expect more than that? She wasn’t sure how she would handle it if he tried to kiss her.
They had arranged to meet up in the fun fair on the end of the pier at seven o’clock and have a meal afterwards. She walked nervously up the long length of the pier, past people sunning themselves in the deck chairs; it was a warm and sunny July evening.
Ellie felt like she was on a catwalk in a Paris fashion show and all eyes were on her in the new dress . She felt like giving them a twirl but that would be showing off wouldn’t it, and she didn’t want to attract too much attention.
H er legs felt wobbly and her mouth was dry. She was really quite nervous now. She passed the bingo stalls and the shooting range and entered the large amusement hall. Catching sight of herself in one of the long mirrors she was pleased with what she saw. Her cheeks were as pink as the rose she was wearing pinned on her dress and she hadn’t chewed away the new glossy fuchsia pink lipstick she was wearing despite her jiggling nerves.
Her finger nails were chewed away more than usual though. She hoped he wouldn’t notice that at the restaurant table. Her Mum was always on at her about her bad nails. If she’d really thought about it and could have afforded them she could have had extensions. She would definitely think about trying it next time.
She jumped nervously. Someone touched her bare arm and pinched her hard. Ellie squealed out in alarm; it was Janice arm in arm with another girl. Tracy Cole. They were standing by a booth, watching someone having their portrait drawn by a computerized pen inside.
Janice’s grin was wide and her voice malicious. ‘What are you doing here, Ellie? Is that a new dress? They do them in your size now, do they?’
The skinny pimpled girl with her sniggered, ‘I thought you weren’t going out anywhere till your Mum comes back, Ellie Cooper.’
‘Oh - er - I’m meeting someone, Tracy. One of the boys staying at the hotel, he asked me out. He’s very nice…’
She could tell them that much. It wasn’t such a big fib after all, was it? But she felt her tummy reacting uneasily to this. She saw them, exchanging knowing looks. Janice would be taunting her for weeks afterwards. And Ellie knew that she would drop her in it with her Mum at the first possible opportunity. But that would be later. It
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