Four Weddings and a Fiasco. Catherine Ferguson
Читать онлайн.| Название | Four Weddings and a Fiasco |
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| Автор произведения | Catherine Ferguson |
| Жанр | Зарубежный юмор |
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| Издательство | Зарубежный юмор |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780008142230 |
Some moments in life stay with you.
A vivid memory, full of colour and texture, which, years later, still has the power to make the breath catch in your throat thinking of it.
Of course, they’re not always the moments you’d expect to live on in your mind.
I can’t remember a thing about my first kiss, for example. Nor can I recall what I ate for breakfast the morning I turned twenty-one. And as for my first day in the job as a shy, newly qualified photographer at the advertising agency all those years ago? Well, stomach-churning nerves probably crowded out the details of that particular milestone.
But that moment with my sister, laughing and clinging onto each other, jumping up and down like five-year-olds who’ve over-dosed on gummy bears?
That was one of those moments …
I’d called in at our local printer’s in Willows Edge on the way home to collect the glossy leaflets we’d designed for our brand new business. The brown package lay on the passenger seat, one of the leaflets taped to the front, and every time I glanced over and saw the words, Sister Act Photography, printed in that elegant, curly script we’d chosen, a little bubble of excitement rose up in me.
When I arrived home, Sienna’s car was parked outside. My sister – at twenty-one, almost a decade younger than me – was still living at home with Mum. But we’d decided to use my house as our business headquarters, so she had a key.
I let myself in, yelling, ‘I’m back!’ and I was about to run upstairs when Sienna appeared in the hallway.
‘Got a surprise for you,’ she said, her eyes sparkling.
Curious, I followed her through to the living room.
‘To celebrate you starting up the business.’ Stepping to one side, she gestured with a flourish. ‘Ta-dah!’
I could hardly believe my eyes.
There was a piano in my living room.
‘What do you think?’ asked Sienna eagerly, beaming at my amazed delight. ‘You always said you wanted to learn how to play. Well, now you can!’
‘Wow. Thank you.’ I shook my head and laughed. ‘But how could you afford it?’
Sienna was fresh out of college where, like me, she had studied photography. Hardly Miss Moneybags. A lump rose in my throat.
She shrugged. ‘A friend wanted rid of it so I persuaded him to sell it to me for a ridiculously low price. Do you like it?’
‘Like it? I love it!’ I said, attempting ‘Chopsticks’ through slightly blurry eyes and hitting the wrong notes entirely.
‘Bloody hell!’ she groaned. ‘You definitely need lessons.’
I shrugged. ‘Even Chopin had to start somewhere.’
‘Are they the leaflets?’ She pointed at the package under my arm.
Nodding, I opened it up and passed one to her. She stared at it with glee. ‘You know, you really are a chip off the old block.’
We smiled at each other, remembering Dad and his various business ventures, some a great success and a few frankly disastrous.
‘You, too,’ I said, but Sienna shook her head.
‘I’d never have the balls to go it alone. Not without you taking the lead, Big Sis!’
I leaned over her shoulder and we read the leaflet together, poring over it as though we didn’t already know the words off by heart.
‘Oh, my God, Katy. It’s official.’ She turned to me, her eyes shining. ‘We are Sister Act Photography!’
‘Yeah, watch out world, here we come,’ I grinned.
We looked at each other, mad-eyed, and squealed in unison.
I grabbed her arms and yelled, ‘We’re going into business!’ At which point we started jumping up and down, singing raucously, ‘We’re going into business! We’re going into business!’
I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror above the fireplace.
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