CHAPTER 10
I’m rushed off my feet over the next few days. At work we have a new pasty, which has been advertised on prime time T.V. It literally flies off the hot shelves and Marvin and I are stuck out on the shop floor, serving the hordes. Steph lets me finish early on Wednesday. It’s Mum’s birthday remembrance and I need to pop to Flowers From Heaven to purchase fresh roses, which were Mum’s favourite. I’m rummaging in my locker when Marvin sneaks up behind and grabs me round the waist.
“Marvin!” I yell, “don’t do that.”
“Sorry,” he backs away, with a sheepish look upon his face, “have you forgiven me for the competition yet?”
“Of course,” I say with a smile, “although it was very sneaky of you all.”
“So you’re definitely going?” He ambles over to the workstation and nabs a s
