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Authors: Kelly McKain

Blueberry Wishes

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There's an autumn chill in the air, but nothing can dampen Abbie's spirits. Her family's business – the Rainbow Beauty parlour – is a sparkling success, and spending time with her friends, Ben, Summer and gorgeous Marco, is a dream.

But when a swanky new spa starts to steal their customers, the business's fortunes come crashing down and Abbie faces her biggest storm yet. Can Abbie save Rainbow Beauty before it's too late…or is this one wish too far?

“That looks great, Abbie,” said my sister Saff as she hurried past me, clutching several bottles of nail polish.

I smiled. “Thanks.”

I'd just redone the display table with spicy, warming things now that it was officially autumn. I love how the air changes and summer suddenly stops, and you start to think about the leaves falling and getting all cosy and snuggly indoors. I wanted to bring some of that into Rainbow Beauty, so I'd put our Spicy Delight Bubble Bath and Warming Cinnamon and Sandalwood Massage Oil on a rich red, gold-embroidered Indian throw borrowed from my friend Summer's house. A pile of bath bombs sat in a bronze bowl, like delicious sweets. Some were rose and geranium with little rose petals in, and some were speckled with tiny lavender flowers. I couldn't help smiling as three women gathered around the table, smelling the products and chatting about them.

It was three o'clock on Saturday afternoon and Rainbow Beauty was buzzing with clients coming and going for their beauty treatments – waiting on the gorgeous purple velvet sofas in the reception area, browsing all the scrummy products on the glass display shelves, or just dropping in for one of our home-made juices or smoothies. I saw two girls from my sister Grace's class chatting to her as they chose from the colourful display of fresh fruit and veg in the chiller counter – yes, veg! We put carrots, beetroot and spinach into some of our juices – totally yummy, honestly!

To me it was pure paradise, standing there amongst the happy, glowing clients – Mrs. Arthur was flicking through a mag, waiting for her massage with Mum, and Kate was showing off her new perfectly polished nails after a manicure with Saff. Saff was getting really good at nail art now, too. She'd done little rainbows on mine and everyone was commenting on them, saying how nice they were.


We'd named Rainbow Beauty after “Somewhere over the Rainbow”, Mum's favourite song. Looking around me, I felt like our dreams really had come true – it was hard to believe we'd built this place from nothing – well, from a wish, an idea, and from selling Mum's engagement ring which, at that point, was the only thing in the world we had worth selling.

Just then, a treatment-room door opened and Trish, one of our regular customers, emerged. “Hello, girls!” she said, beaming. “Oh, I'm walking on air, I am! Your mother's a marvel!”

“Hi, Trish,” we all chorused, as Mum appeared behind her.

“Abbie, you always look so happy!” Trish cried. “And so talented, making up all these lovely products. You're beautiful, too!”

By this point I was obviously blushing about a zillion degrees. And that last bit made me splutter. “Oh, I'm not!” I cried. “My skin and hair are so pale that if I don't wear loads of eye make-up—”

“…it looks like I haven't got a head,” finished loudmouth Saff, doing an impression of me.

Trish just smiled at that. “Have you got a boyfriend, love?” she asked then, making me splutter even more. “My son—”

“Yes, she has,” Saff informed her. She did a little wiggly dance and sang, “His name is
. And she

Grace was walking by with a stack of freshly washed towels, and she and Saff looked at each other and burst into giggles. I did the goggly eyes thing at them to try and make them stop, which just made them worse, obviously. So instead I went bright red and wished I could melt into a puddle of embarrassment on the floor. Perhaps then someone could put
into a Rainbow Beauty product – Eau de Cringe, or something.

Trish went over to the old-gold-painted reception desk to pay Mum. “Kim, love,” she said, “I'm off on a girls' night out tonight. Why don't you come along? Alison and Denise have been in for treatments before so you'll recognize them, and you'd love Lucilla, she's such a laugh!”

Mum looked a bit surprised for a moment, and then she said, “That's really kind, Trish, but I'm just so exhausted. I've been on my feet since seven this morning.”

“Oh, go on, Mum,” said Saff. “A night out would do you good. You haven't been anywhere since we moved here – well, apart from over the road to the pub with Liam for a glass of wine, which hardly counts as letting your hair down.” She turned to Trish. “Liam's our neighbour,” she explained. “He and Mum are like BFF now. There's nothing going on between them, though, what with him being gay.”

“Saff!” Mum shrieked. “TMI!”

“I didn't know you knew what TMI meant,” said Saff, looking impressed.

“Oh, come on, Mum, go out,” Grace urged. “Us lot are all out tonight anyway, so you'll be stuck in the flat on your own if you don't,” she added.

Saff gave me a cheeky look. “Yeah, Abbie's going out with…” She went into giggling-and-singing mode again. “
. Who she

I swatted at her, then asked Grace where she was going.

“Cinema,” she said, “with Saff. We would have asked you, but we knew you –” she grinned cheekily – “had a
, with your
.” Argh, even serious, sensible Grace was joining in the wiggling-and-singing thing now.

I forgot to swat her, though. I was too busy being surprised. It's not easy to get Grace to leave her Maths books behind and actually go anywhere, and I can't remember the last time she and Saff did something together on their own – they're at each other's throats most of the time.

Saff sighed loudly and rolled her eyes at Mum. “Mum, do you want to be sad, staying in on your own on a Saturday night?” she asked.

“I'm going to have a nice bath, a glass of wine, and I'm halfway through a good book,” said Mum. “So, yes, please. I want to be sad.”

“Oh, but you can be sad
night,” Trish teased. “Come out, Kim, it'll do you good.”

Mum grimaced. “Oh, I was so looking forward to that bath and book…” We all eyeballed her a bit more, and eventually she sighed and said, “Fine, okay, I'll come out. But if I fall asleep in the corner at half eight, don't say I didn't warn you.”

When we'd all said our goodbyes and Trish had gone, I gave Grace the swatting she'd missed out on, and she squealed and ran at me while holding a stack of towels, so we kind of bounced off each other. Then just as Mum was about to tell us off for mucking about, a new client walked in the door and she didn't have to say anything because suddenly we were All Professionalism.

As Mum welcomed the new lady and Grace took her coat, Saff swished off and came back with the juice and smoothie menu and offered her a complimentary drink. She was booked in for an aromatherapy massage and facial with one of our All-Natural Fresh Face Masks, so I went to reset the treatment room. As I restarted the CD of relaxing music and topped up the oil burner, which was filling the room with the delicious scents of jasmine and bergamot, I thought about Marco. I didn't know if I
him, as Saff put it, but I did know that ever since the first moment we met, I'd had a bone-shaking, knee-collapsing crush on him.

And now he was my BOYFRIEND (sorry, I just had to say that in capitals). My BOYFRIEND (sorry, just had to say it again!). Anyway, now he was my BOYFRIEND (right, stop that now!) I was walking round with a smile on my face like a lighthouse beam. His band was playing at a live-lounge thing in a cafe in town that evening, and me and my friends from my new school were going along. I'd only known Summer and Ben for a couple of months, but it felt like far longer than that. And as for Marco…

Well, us two got back together last Saturday.
Why did you split up?
you're thinking. That's a long story involving both of us being really busy and stressed, but the main thing is that we're together now and this time this is IT, with added foreverness.

When my family and I first got here, I used to wake up every day with this cloud of dread hanging over me, after all the awfulness had only just happened. But now I get this happy glow, and for a moment I wonder why I feel so good inside, and then I remember that Rainbow Beauty is real, not just a dream, and that me and Marco are back together. He's been going all out on the boyfriend front, making me a playlist of songs he thought I'd like, and giving me his jacket when it suddenly went all autumnly chilly on Tuesday, even though that left him shivering in just a T-shirt and the black skinny jeans he always wears, even to school. I wonder if you call the guys' ones that, actually? I mean, “skinny” doesn't sound very manly, does it?

“Abbie, why are you still in here?” Mum asked, making me jump. She was standing at the doorway with her client. “Come on, love, less daydreaming, more working!” she said, ushering me out of the treatment room.

I came back to earth again with a bump as I hurried into the reception area. Grace was looking flustered, trying to deal with three customers, and Saff's next client was standing in the doorway, with no one to welcome her. “Abbie, this lady and her friends were asking about the antioxidants in your Blueberry Face Mask,” Grace gabbled, “but I'm not sure about—”

“Sure, no problem. How can I help you?” I asked, beaming at Grace's customers. My sister gave me a grateful smile and hurried over to welcome the person who'd just arrived.

I got a tub of the Blueberry Burst Fresh Face Mask out of the chiller counter (they look fantastic dotted amongst all the fruit and veg) and let the ladies smell it, then put some of the silky-smooth purple mask onto their hands. “The blueberries have anti-inflammatory properties, camomile soothes, calamine cleanses and the almond oil leaves the skin looking really polished,” I explained.

“Oh, yes. Lovely,” said the blonde one.

Her friend asked me what I'd recommend for dry skin, so I showed her the Oat and Banana Mask, which really calms and moisturizes. “Oh, and you might like our Carrot and Calendula Hand Balm too,” I suggested. “I created it for gardeners, so it's perfect for dry and chapped skin.” I gave them wipes to remove the face-mask samples, then handed them the balm tester from our glass display shelves. They loved that too, and by the time we'd all finished chatting, they had a little stack of products on the reception desk. Two of them took the Blueberry Burst Fresh Face Mask and some Rose and Geranium Bath Bombs and the other went for the Oat and Banana Fresh Face Mask and the hand balm I'd recommended, as well as a tub of our Sunset Glow Body Butter and some Zesty Zing Shower Gel for her daughter.

Grace's eyes gleamed as she put it all through the till. I wrapped everything up in tissue-paper parcels finished off with ribbons and rosebuds before popping them into our special recycled bags with little rainbow-print stamps on them, which we made ourselves one evening while we were watching TV.

Once the customers had gone, Grace turned to me. “Great upselling, Abs,” she said. “
would be very impressed.”

By Alan, Grace meant her ultimate hero Lord Alan Sugar – although they'd never met, she'd decided that they were on first-name terms.

“I don't know about upselling,” I said. “I just want everyone to know about Rainbow Beauty and take a little bit of our magic home with them.”

“That's great,” said Grace. “And if you could get a bit extra-enthusiastic about the Seaweed and Honey Fresh Face Masks next time, that would be even greater – they're nearing their sell-by date and stock wastage is going to mess up my profit projections for the product line.”

“Okay, sis. I'll do my best,” I promised. Although we all teased Grace about her obsession with the figures, we knew how important it was. We were a new business, and with around 40% of new businesses failing in their first year, we had to do everything we possibly could to make ours one of the success stories.

Our biggest challenge was getting together the next instalment of our rent – Mr. Vulmer the landlord wanted another three months' money in advance for the shop and the flat, which came to very nearly £2000 altogether (GULP!). It wasn't due until the eighth of October, more than a month away, and we'd already managed to put aside £800 from our first few weeks of being open, so we were feeling pretty confident we'd have it in time. We had to keep focused and stay on target though – goodness knows what he'd do if we couldn't make the payment.

Grace and I got on with tidying up, while Mum and Saff finished treating their last clients of the day. Then we closed and Mum made a round of smoothies with some mangoes that didn't look like they'd survive until Monday, while I got all the used towels and robes in to wash. Saff swept through and cleaned the little customer loo and Grace cashed up. A few minutes later, we all flopped out on one of the purple sofas with our drinks.

“It's been another good Saturday,” Grace reported. “Especially with Abbie on product sales. Asking clients on the phone if they'd like any extra bits and pieces when they book has really worked, too. All those leg waxes and eyelash tints add up, and four ladies added a facial to their massage package for today, just because we talked it up to them on the phone.”

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