“You’re going to organise a party?” Fran’s cerulean blue eyes were sceptical as they looked at her daughter.
“I think it’s a great idea.” Rose pulled another tray of cakes out of the oven.
“A surprise party sounds fab to me.” Faith was sitting at the kitchen table, smearing the cool cakes with pink icing and jelly tots.
“But love, Shelly’s coming home next week. How are you going to organise everything for then? You need a room, for a start.” Fran shook flour off her skirt.
“That was a problem,” Rose conceded. “I thought I might be able to hire the hall, but Mrs French told me they’re fully booked for the next two months.”
“There you go then,” Fran shook her head, “it’s too short notice.”
“Then I thought of asking at one of the local pubs.”
“The new wine bar?” Faith’s eyes lit
