Time to BLOSSOM
Can we watch the film of the wedding?’ asked Sophie the second she stepped through the door.
‘I’m sorry, Sophie. We don’t have enough time. As soon as your dad gets back from walking Barnie, we’re going out to lunch.’
Rosemary couldn’t help noticing that, as usual, the teenager was wearing an awful lot of make-up.
It was a shame because as far as Rosemary was concerned, she didn’t need it. Sophie was so naturally pretty without all the added glitter and foundation, but Rosemary didn’t dare to say that. She was finding her role as stepmother to a 14-year-old much harder than she’d expected and her criticism would hardly help Sophie blossom into the kind, beautiful young woman that lay beneath the long silences and make-up.
‘You never let me do anything,’ complained Sophie bitterly. Then she dropped her case in the hall and marched into the living room.
Not for the first time, Rosemary counted to 10 and took a deep breath. She knew how hard it must have been when Sophie’s parents
