‘So what is this fantastic idea that we can’t tell your mum about,’ asked Lucy, flopping onto the bed. The bed was covered in notebooks filled with sketches and plans for Jasmine’s many money making schemes.
‘We hold a Mother’s Day high tea,’ replied Jasmine triumphantly. ‘People pay us £5 for high tea for two – them and their mum. We make the cafe really smart – we could put table clothes and flowers on the tables – like at Betty’s – and serve people fancy sandwiches, tea and cakes. It’ll be fantastic!’
As usual, Lucy considered the matter sensibly.
‘Where will we get the teapots and cups from? And if your mum is going to be one of the guests, we’ll need extra people to help us serve.’
‘No problem,’ gushed Jasmine. ‘We’ll borrow the teapots and cups from school – I’m sure Miss Morrell will help us. And we’ll ask Freya to be a waitress. We could wear our black school skirts and a white blouse. Come on Lucy. Admit it – its a fab idea!’
‘Mmmmm.’ Lucy pretended to ponder for a moment. ‘Does this mean I’ll get to wear one of those lacy hats!’
‘Definately,’ laughed Jasmine. ‘Come on – lets get planning.’
The girls spent the rest of the evening on the internet, researching Victorian tea parties. They discovered that the Victorians were absolutely mad about tea, and that rich ladies and gentlemen would send written invitations to their friends asking them to visit for cups of the finest tea and delicately tasting sandwiches and cakes.
Jasmine designed some invitations on the computer, that said ‘You are cordially invited to join me on Mothers Day for a Victorian High Tea at the Jazzy and Lucy Tearooms.’
‘We’ll have three sittings during the afternoon – so people can buy tickets for 1 o’clock, 2 o’clock or 3 o’clock. With at least two people sitting at each table, that means we’ll have 15 people bringing their mum. That means we’ll make £75!’
‘Provided we sell all the tickets,’ said Lucy sensibly.
She need not have worried. Everyone at school agreed that taking their mum out for tea was a really good idea and much more exciting than chocolate and flowers. The tickets sold out in no time. The girls even managed to order some lacy white waitress hats from the internet, to make them look extra smart.
On Mother’s Day, Jasmine got up early to take her mum tea in bed, whilst Lucy made a start on the cakes.
Instead of scones, Lucy decided to make her special shortbread and serve it with strawberries and cream. She also made some very easy chocolate fudge squares, because they could be cut up into small squares and would look pretty on the plates. They were also her favourite cakes in the whole world, and she was looking forward to eating one of them with her hot chocolate at the end of the day.
By 11 o’clock, Jasmine and Lucy started to set the tables, making them look as pretty as possible with flowers and cutlery. Jasmine had designed a little card for each table, with a picture of a teapot with a heart on it and a poem that read: –
‘Dear Mum – All my love from you to me.
Being wonderful is your speciali – TEA!’
‘Honestly Lucy,’ she said, as she proudly set the card on each of the tables. ‘With ideas as good as mine, I should be a millionairess by the time I’m 20!’
At 12 o’clock, they made just made a start on the special high tea sandwiches, when Freya walked through the door, limping badly.
‘I twisted my ankle playing rounders yesterday,’ she explained, carefully lowering herself onto one of the chairs. ‘Its really sore. I’m afraid I can’t be a waitress for you.’
‘Oh no,’ groaned Lucy. ‘There’s no way me and Jasmine can do everything. Not when we’ve got to serve fresh tea to everyone.’
‘Don’t worry,’ said Freya. ‘I saw Sam Foxton this morning, and he said he’s going to come and be a waitress for you instead of me.’
‘SAM FOXTON!!!’ yelled Jasmine. ‘Not that idiot! He’ll ruin everything.’
‘No he won’t,’ huffed Freya indignantly. ‘I gave him that lacy white hat you gave me, and he said he would wear it to make everyone laugh.’
‘Sam Foxton is going to dress up as a waitress!’ shrieked Lucy. ‘That I have go to see!’
‘That’s it. None of you are taking this seriously!’ By now, Jasmine’s face had gone bright red and there were tears in her eyes. ‘I’ve tried really hard to make this really good, and you are all just going to ruin it!’ She stomped upstairs to her room and slammed the door.
As usual, ten minutes later Jasmine had stopped being angry and was feeling a bit foolish at being up in her room, whilst the tea party she had organised was going on downstairs. She wished someone would come up and apologise and tell her they were sorry and that she was right all along. But after another ten minutes went by, she realised that was not going to happen and she would have to go downstairs and face everybody.
Jasmine got changed into her waitressing outfit and then looked in the mirror to wipe her eyes, and fix the white lace waitresses cap on her head. An image of Sam Foxton wearing stupid makeup and a lacy waitress hat passed in front of her eyes.
‘Blooming Sam Foxton,’ she grumbled at her reflection. ‘Trust him to ruin everything.’
When she got downstairs, Sam Foxton had still not arrived. Lucy was busily putting the cups and saucers on the tables, whilst Freya was sat on a chair in the kitchen.
‘Sorry I shouted,’ Jasmine said grouchily, pinching one of the cucumber sandwiches and eating it. ‘Oooh,’ she added, brightening up. ‘These sandwiches are delicious!’
‘I know,’ laughed Freya. ‘I’ve had four!’
Lucy rushed into the kitchen.
‘Our first guests will be arriving in five minutes. I am SO nervous. I think its because our mums are going to among the guests. I don’t think Sam Foxton is coming. He would be here by now.’
At that moment, the kitchen door opened, and in walked Sam Foxton. The three girls could hardly believe their eyes. He was dressed immaculately in black trousers and waistcoat. His normally scruffy light brown hair was smoothed down with gel. Even his shoes were shiny.
‘Do I look alright?’ he asked anxiously. ‘I knew you lot would be looking extra smart in your waitress uniforms. I didn’t want to spoil things. Do you think I’ve put on too much hair gel?’
Lucy looked over at Jasmine, who was stood staring open mouthed.
‘Well Jasmine. What do you think?’ Lucy asked.
There was silence for a moment and then Jasmine said, ‘Sam, you look great. At least someone is taking this seriously.’
Before Lucy and Freya had time to protest, the first guests arrived.
Andrew and Ben had both brought tickets for their mums and the four of them shared a table.
‘Aww,’ said Freya. ‘They are both on their absolute best behaviour. They look so sweet.’
‘I bet they still ask for second helpings of shortcake,’ muttered Lucy.
Sam visited each of the tables, pouring tea from teapots for each of the guests. Lucy had chosen some piano music to play in the background, and the sounds of the piano mingled with the clinks of cups on saucers and laughter and chatter from the guests. The whole afternoon went fantastically well and it was lovely to help people to treat their mums for the afternoon. Everyone loved Jasmine’s cards.
Jasmine, Lucy and Freya’s mums were the last to be seated and they shared a table together. ‘I feel like the Queen,’ said Freya’s mum.
Just then, a man with a camera walked into the cafe.
‘Dad,’ called Sam. ‘Over here!’
Sam turned to the girls. ‘Lucy and Jasmine, I forgot to tell you. My dad works for the Reporter newspaper. He wants to do an article about the cafe. Do you mind if he does a quick interview and takes a picture of us?’
‘No – that’ll be great,’ said Lucy.
‘Pinch me,’ whispered Jasmine. ‘I must be dreaming.’
The next day the local paper carried a picture of Jasmine, Lucy and Freya wearing their waitress outfits, carrying trays of tea. The headline read ‘Local girls serve up a Mother’s Day Treat!’
Even Jasmine had to admit, that inviting Sam Foxton had been quite a good idea after all!