Chapter Twenty Four
Samantha
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I found myself dressed as a milk maid, standing beside a stall of mouth wateringly aromatic cupcakes, yet strapped into a corset so tightly that I feared eating one would result in a terrifying accident. Donna was also a milk maid, but even the moronic puffy skirt looked good on her, as she posed with thrilled townsmen selling her hundredth cake. I wasn't as lucky. Jeannie had put me in charge of making raisin muffins, because my serious bout of tiredness rid me of any creativity. Not that I had an ounce of creative flair to begin with.
And my raisin muffins didn't exactly look appealing.
Earlier in the day, Donna was icing cupcakes like a professional under Jeannie's instruction, so Tarquin and I rode out to a shopping centre miles from a
