The Sewing Queen

I'm Lucie Rose

Chapter 1

I’m Lucie Rose. Yeah, ‘the’ Lucie Rose. For all of you who don’t know my Dads the owner of the chain of hotel across the world, Rosebud hotels. He’s Samuel Rose and my mum’s Maggie Rose, the fashion designer.

Now my life is no why as brilliant as you all are thinking, just because my parents are rich doesn’t mean I am some sort of stuck up, spoilt brat. I’m not.  We made a deal, me and my parents at they kept me out of their lifestyles until I left school, so no one knows who I really am. To everyone at school thinks I’m some sort of textiles queen and I have some sort of hidden gift… I call it my mum. I have won two competitions and designed the costumes for the last two years running, all without my mum’s help though. But this year the school has entered me into my mums fashion designing competition and I get to go leave with her in her mansion… my own home! I still had to jump for joy when Mrs Ableton told me I had got into the top 10. So living in my own home and trying to keep the fact its my mum quiet is going to be hard… but hey-hoe, this is my life.

“Lucie?” I lifted my head up and stopped writing, to try and work out who it was that shouted me, “Lucie, tea will me ready in 5 minutes can you please come down and lay the table.”

“Yes, mum” I let out a sign, why couldn’t Tilly do it? It was her job after all. Oh no, I’m doing it again. With that  thought in mind I ran down stairs to lay the dining room table.

“So Lucie, have you got anything to tell us?” Mum said walking into the room carrying plates of food, with a big smile on her face, closely followed by dad.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?”

“Tell us what?” Mums smile grew larger on her face, making her look like a chestier cat.

“I’ve been entered into this small sewing comp”

“SMALL SEWING COMP? YOU GET THREE WEEKS OFF SCHOOL AND GET TO WORK WITH YOUR MOTHER!” mum squealed from across the table.

“Mum, I don’t know if I can do it.”

“WHAT?”

“I don’t know if I could pull of not being your daughter, in my own home. And if someone found out you’d have to kick me out or I would be classed as cheating.”

“No you wouldn’t. And anyhow, I wouldn’t have picked you if I knew you were not good enough. Also I have booked some of my friends to come help with the judging so that it would be fairer, as I would pick out all the problems in your work so that I could make you the best possible sewer/ designer in the world.”

“mum”

“oh sshh! I’m glad your doing it with me, we can paint the east wing out for the comp and you can chose how its going to be.”

“Mum, take would be great, but what about the pictures around the house? A big give away!”

“Lucie, stop worrying! It will be sorted! Now whats your opening pieces your going to ‘bring’ with you?”

“Opening pieces?”

“Did school tell you nothing?”

“just that I was entered into your comp”

“You have to make three items, one an evening dress, one a summer outfit for the beach and then a bag of your choice”

“I better get to it!” I said finishing my tea and getting up.