What do you mean my entry for the Christmas tree festival?’ Kate queried, leaning against the counter in her mother’s coffee shop. ‘I haven’t entered.’
‘Your Aunt Fiona’s the organiser,’ her mum beamed.
Her sister Sophie nodded. ‘If you hadn’t been so busy pining because that rat Ben dumped you, you’d have known that,’ she said.
‘I haven’t been pining!’ Kate retorted, tossing her blonde ponytail.
‘Well, we thought you should enter the festival this year,’ her mother said. ‘It’ll take your mind off things.’
‘I don’t really understand what a Christmas tree festival is,’ Kate replied. ‘Why would I want to enter one?’
‘They’re like flower festivals, only with Christmas trees,’ her mother explained patiently. ‘Don’t you remember last year?’
Kate guiltily recalled her family asking her to come for the weekend, but she and Ben had been busy.
‘You tried to send me on a blind date!’
‘I was still in London,’ she mumbled. ‘I think we had a work event or something.’
‘You mean Ben had a better offer,’ Sophie said sarcastically, shifting baby
