An hour later, the food was laid out on the table: sausage rolls, pizza, vol-au-vents, cheese and pineapple, quiche and chicken drumsticks. An assortment of different types of sandwiches, salads and sinful-looking desserts. Rose sprinkled star confetti around the plates and positioned the helium balloons around the table edge.
“It looks good,” Fran commented as she rubbed her tired feet.
“But is it enough?” Rose wondered aloud.
“This house looks like it’s Christmas. It’s enough!” Fran bobbed her head at the lights strung all around, the balloons and banners. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”
“Yes! Thanks again, Mum, you’re a star.” Rose gave her a quick hug and then bounded out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Quickly, she showered, brushed her teeth, dried her hair, applied a l
