​As a wedding planner, I constantly achieve miracles. Never failing to get things done on time. Except for now, I raced around the city getting everything ready for Emma and Georges’ wedding, the cake, the venue and the dress! An email arrived late last week asking if I could get a wedding done in time, and I forgot about the dress! I immediately called Emma uncertain if she could make it to the dress shop in hectic London. I found a perfect fit before she arrived. “I want a colour more adventurous then white,” exclaimed Emma. “But what colour should it be then,” I cried?

​My Awful Mistake
 
I strolled up to the building by the river, where the cooking show was being filmed. I walked up the stairs and popped on my apron. I waited until we could begin; the longer I waited, the more nervous I became. I started to cook a steak, with mashed potatoes and gravy. An hour had passed. I was putting my dish together - the cooked steak and its accompaniments. Time was up; I was called to present my dish. I put my plate down on the table and the judges cut into it. “It’s way too pink,” exclaimed the judge. I was devastated!
 
 

A Winter’s Letter
 
One cold winter’s day, after school, I sat in my bedroom writing a list to Santa Claus. Sipping my hot cocoa, the lonely sound of an empty house echoed around me. I heard a clink and a swish coming from the letter chute. I ran down, tripping and nearly tumbling down the stairs. The letter was for me. My brother has been away at war for a year or so. I adore getting letters from him.
Dear Amélie…
As I read the contents of the letter I was aware of the smile on my face. My brother was coming home for Christmas!
 
 

The Milkshake Incident
 
I was at the diner up the road from my house, having a milkshake with a ‘friend’ of mine. It was our first time seeing each other over the holidays since we had a fight on the last day of school. I was worried about what she would bring up. She arrived at the diner and we ordered. I got a hot dog and a vanilla milkshake. We started to talk, and our food and drinks arrived. I couldn’t believe what she said to me! I stood up and flung my milkshake at her and stormed out. Why would I do that?                 
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​That night I stood backstage shivering like a block of ice, while the mounds of costumes hid me in the dark. I regularly looked at the time. I was getting more nervous every time the clock hands inched closer to my turn on stage. The judges called my name, and I walked on confidently, though on the inside I didn’t feel like that. I stood on stage slightly to the left. The lime light was on me and nobody else. As the music started to thump, flames shot through the air. I removed my top hat and a soft bunny appeared.