Mega Sleepover 4. Narinder Dhami

is all I can say. But this was an exception, and I only did it for Rosie because she was so upset. I’ll admit it: for the first – and last – time, I let Fliss make me up. The others were more bothered about that than having their own make-up done. And usually they all argue about who should have theirs done first and which eye shadow they should wear. On the birthday Saturday, they stood about watching me with their chins scraping the floor. I mean p-lease! Anyone would think I was some rare animal in a zoo or something.

      “So, how do I look?” I asked pouting and posing like a model.

      “Wicked!”

      “Coo-el!”

      “You really ought to wear it more often. It really suits you,” said Fliss standing back to admire her handiwork.

      “Ta very much!” I shrieked, pretending to be upset. “Are you saying that I’m ugly the rest of the time?”