Mia's Recipe for Disaster by Coco Simon Read Free Book Online Page B

maybe bringing a fancy dress to a kid’s party isn’t the best idea, I would say, and then Emma and I would think of something else.
    But that never happened. Instead, I told Emma that would be fine.
    Because what could go wrong, right?
    How about . . . everything !

CHAPTER 8
He Said What?
    T he next two days were a blur of school, homework, sewing; school, homework, sewing . . . Luckily, I had Mom to help me with problems, and Millicent answered every single text I sent her. She is amazing.
    On Friday night, Mom and Eddie even let me stay up until midnight. I was glad at the time, but when my alarm went off at eight the next morning, I groaned.
    â€œNooooo!”
    I turned off the alarm and pulled my pillow over my face. I didn’t want to get up. But I had to be at Emma’s at nine to decorate the cupcakes, and I didn’t want to let down my friends—especially since they had done the baking without me last night.
    Still grumbling, I climbed out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. A few minutes later I was downstairs, wearing leggings and a T-shirt and with my hair pulled back into a ponytail. I grabbed a box of cereal from the cabinet and walked over to the kitchen table, yawning. Mom and Eddie were sitting there, drinking coffee.
    â€œLate night last night?” Eddie teased.
    â€œI’m fine,” I said. I didn’t want them to think I couldn’t handle staying up late.
    â€œWell, I’ll be glad when your deadline arrives and you can go back to your regular schedule, Mia,” Mom said. “Although it’s nice to see you working hard at something.”
    â€œThanks,” I said. “Can you give me a ride to Emma’s? I’ve got to be there by nine.”
    â€œSure,” Mom said. “Remind me of your schedule again? You’ve got a bunch of parties this weekend, right?”
    â€œGeorge’s party is tonight, and tomorrow we’re delivering cupcakes to a little kid’s party in the afternoon,” I said. “I’m going to be sewing the rest of the time.”
    â€œAnd doing homework,” Mom added.
    I rolled my eyes. “Yeeeees. When have I ever not done my homework?”
    â€œJust making sure,” Mom said.
    Since I was so close to my deadline, it was hard to break away from my sewing to decorate cupcakes. But when I got to Emma’s house, I immediately started to relax.
    â€œMia! You’re here!” Katie squealed when she answered the door. “We missed you last night!”
    She pulled me inside the house and into Emma’s kitchen. Music was blasting from speakers on the counter. Emma was mixing a batch of icing, Alexis was neatly pouring candy into small bowls, and Emma’s little brother, Jake, was building something out of tiny plastic blocks on the kitchen table.
    Emma turned off the mixer. “Hey!” she called out. “Mom’s working and Dad had to drive Sam to SAT practice or something, so we’re unsupervised.” She waggled her eyebrows and giggled.
    â€œIsn’t Matt technically in charge, since he’s the oldest one in the house right now?” Alexis asked.
    Emma snorted. “Matt is sleeping, and, anyway, I am way more mature than he is,” she replied. “In any case, since we don’t need the oven today, Dad was okay with leaving us.”
    â€œWell, one day we’ll have our own bakery, and we’ll be supervising ourselves, anyway,” Katie pointed out.
    â€œWait, how can I run a bakery and be a fashion designer at the same time?” I asked.
    â€œHaven’t you heard of multitasking?” Katie asked. She nodded to Alexis. “It’s good to have more than one way to make money, right?”
    â€œMultiple income streams,” Alexis answered with a nod. “Although it might make more sense if the businesses were related. Like, Mia could design a line of aprons or chef whites.”
    I made a face.