The song for this chapter is 'Miss Jackson" by Panic at the Disco. One, because it's a awesome song and Two because I'm listening to it on repeat while I'm writing this chapter.
This chapter is dedicated to GloriousSunshine for being the first person to like and comment on my work! Thanks :)
¤¤¤¤¤"Maddie!"
Madeleine didn't need to turn around to see who was calling her, she would know the voice of her best friend (Sophie Cumberland-Whyte, daughter of The Right Honourable Lord Byron of Whittingham) anywhere.
The two girls seemed to have an unlikely friendship- Sophie's very wealthy family contrasted sharply with Maddie who poured every penny she earned into maintaining her shop and Sophie's classic blonde beauty was very different to Maddie's olive skin and silken dark hair- features inherited from her Italian mother. They met at the tender young age of eleven, after Sophie found the boy she determinedly believed was 'Price Charming' sharing a smoothie with 'some ditzy bimbo' at one of Sophie's mother's fund-raising parties. Running off to smother her broken heart in cake, she ended up in The Willow Bakery and promptly burst into tears when Maddie asked her what she wanted to drink.
Two hours and an unaccounted number of chocolate éclairs later, the two girls had struck up a firm bond and, over ten years later, knew that each one had the other's back- unreservedly.Maddie's mouth twitched as she watched her friend totter towards her; Sophie's 4 inch heels catching on the cobbled path every now and again, causing the statuesque girl to stumble slightly. Sophie had grown into true beauty- tall with an angelic face, baby blue eyes and golden hair coupled with an always excited and giggly attitude made many people immediately label her with the 'dumb blonde' sterotype, but Maddie knew far better.
Not only was Sophie intimidatingly intelligent (having just finished top of the class in her Bioengineering degree) but she also had the ability to fire off sarcastic and witty comebacks with the speed (and slaying ability) of an AK47 machine gun.
"Maddie!" Her friend yelled again "Wait up!"
And wait Maddie did- it took several minutes for Sophie to catch up with her friend as she had to carefully navigate herself through the stony streets doing her best not to trip and face-plant onto the ground while her heels wobbled precariously. Maddie stood next to the Vespa and watched her friend's efforts in amusement, the smirk on her face growing into a laugh when Sophie stepped on a patch of wet grass, and with an audible squelch and a squeal of dismay, sunk her entire heel up in the mud. Valiantly ignoring her friend's snickers, and doggedly continuing on, Sophie reached her friend and flashed her a grin of quiet triumph before linking arms with her and pulling her in for a hug.
"What are you doing here Sophie? " Maddie asked cheerfully. "This is the Zoology department remember? The last time I checked you had no interest in bugs and little beasties whatsoever!"
She recalled with some amusement the day when Sophie had found a cockroach that had crawled into her handbag one day at a picnic in the park. The peaceful air was split by horrified shrieks and Maddie, who had never seen the handbag again since the incident, harboured a sneaking suspicion that Sophie had long since burned it.
"I know that." Sophie replied flippantly, tossing her long hair back over her shoulder, a mannarism she had unconsciously picked up from her mother (though she would never admit it)
"Here I am trying to be a good friend... a gesture of my love for you.. and you don't even want me here!"
Not for the first time in their friendship, Maddie rolled her eyes at Sophie's dramatics, and instinctively teased back grinning."What gesture? You simply being here is nice and all, but I'm a woman of high standards. If you want my love to be returned you'll have to up your game!"
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Baking Bad
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