Maeve on the Red Carpet by Annie Bryant Read Free Book Online Page B

for all!” Maddie squealed. “My gift to you. Bon appétit!”
    The driver looked like he was about to topple over under the weight of the giant tray as he knelt to the ground, balancing one side on his shoulder. Hands reached out and surrounded Madeline, and she looked like she was positively in Seventh Heaven.
    “Have a Maddiecake—they’re delicious,” she repeated, doling out the packages. The Maddiecake was like a doughnut but with no hole, covered with frosting, caramel coated popcorn, and white chocolate chunks. Sweetwas one thing, but the Maddiecake looked like a mouthful of cavities.
    Pretty soon, everyone was munching away and saying how yummy the Maddiecakes were. Even Sam’s face was plastered with frosting. Don’t get me wrong—I adore my junk food (Chocolate Gag is, after all, my signature dish). But for some reason … I kinda lost my appetite. Maybe Avery’s anti-junk-food lectures
were
starting to get to me.
    Pretty soon everyone’s mouth was white with Maddiecake sugar … except mine and Maddie’s. Maddie’s picture perfectness was totally off the charts … she looked ready to get her picture taken for the cover of a magazine.
    Mr. Von Krupcake walked over to Dad and pumped his hand up and down so many times that I was afraid he’d pull it right off. “I hope you don’t mind that I took the liberty of arranging a few last-minute decorations,” he gushed. “I thought the situation called for just a
smidgen
of pomp!”
    If this was just a smidgen, I wondered what Mr. Von Krupcake’s real parties were like … and if Madeline had been to tons of them.
    I brushed myself off and found a place to stand with the rest of the kids who were watching Madeline—totally awestruck. They were so fascinated that no one even noticed a small black car pull up behind the long limo. No one—
including the news crews
—even noticed a very chic woman step out of the car. She had sleek red hair parted to the side, with long bangs sweeping over one side of her face. She reached up and neatly tucked the strands behindher ear with a sparkling white glove, exposing an even more sparkling diamond earring. She looked around cautiously and quickly tiptoed to the backdoor.
    “Who’s
that
?” asked the little boy behind me.
    I could totally understand not knowing who the Krupcake King was … but Artemia Aaron? In the name of Hollywood and film camp, I simply had to say something. But of course, Mr. Know-It-All beat me to it. “Hellooooo?” said Sam. “That’s Artemia Aaron! She’s like … a
world famous
movie director.”
    “No, not
her
, Sam,” scoffed the boy. (I couldn’t believe that we’d been at camp for less than ten minutes, and people already knew Sam’s name!) “I meant the girl with the curly red hair. Right there! Is she famous or something?”
    As I turned to shake the hand of my new little admirer, Sam burst out laughing. “No way, José! That’s my sister, Maeve. She’s not famous. She’s just my plain, old, annoying sister.”
    I glared at Sam. “Not famous
yet
,” I corrected. “But I most likely will be soon enough.” I smiled my warmest movie star smile. “It’s never too soon for an autograph—” I started to offer, but the little boy wasn’t listening anymore. Maybe some people around here didn’t know who the
très
glamorous Artemia was, but
everyone
instantly recognized her son.
    “Hey!” cried my almost fan. “That’s him! That’s … that’s … Apollo Aaron!
Home Unsupervised
is like my favorite movie EVER!”
    “COOL!” Sam exclaimed. “Hey, Maeve, can you duck or something? Your hair’s blocking our view.”
    It was time to face the fact that my fifteen minutes of fame (okay, two minutes) were officially over, so I stepped into the crowd next to Sam.
    We watched as a tall, tanned boy with light brown curly hair got out of the car. He was wearing jeans, a green sweater, sneakers, and a navy blue Dodgers baseball cap. But even though this kid looked