Free Flower Girl World: Rosie and the Wedding Day Rescue by Lynelle Woolley Page B

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    â€œThanks,” said Iris, grinning. “I decorated it myself. My mom owns a flower and craft store, so we make stuff all the time.”
    â€œWhere is your mom?” Mrs. Anderson asked.
    â€œShe’s shopping somewhere in the mall.” Iris looked at Rosie and rolled her eyes. “I guess there aren’t enough shoe stores back in Philadelphia.”
    This made Rosie laugh. Her own mother was the exact same way about shopping.
    Iris reached under the chair and pulled out a purple felt bag filled with beads, glue, scissors, and yarn. It reminded Rosie of her detective kit, which was hanging over her shoulder.
    â€œI keep all my projects in my craft bag. Do you want to see the scrapbook I’m making for the wedding?” Iris asked.
    â€œSure,” Rosie started to say. “I—”
    But just then, a loud noise turned everyone’s eyes to the front of the store.
    â€œHI, Y’ALL! WE’RE HERE!”

Chapter Three
    The greeting roared out like thunder from a dark-haired girl who was wearing a red top with a cheetah print skirt.
    â€œHoney, don’t shout!” said a woman with a Southern twang. She had very big, black hair.
    Two little boys, who looked exactly alike, started running all over the store. Rosie watched as they ducked in and out of clothing racks, trying to tackle each other. Then one of them decided to use Bettina as a human shield.
    â€œRICKY! RANDY! STOP IT AT ONCE!” This time, the roar came from the lady with the big hair.
    The boys stopped immediately.
    Bettina looked relieved. After smoothing out her dress, she cleared her throat and asked the woman, “How can I help you?”
    â€œWe’re here to meet Greta Goodwin.”
    Rosie’s mom stepped in. “That’s why we’re here too.” She introduced herself, Rosie, and Iris.
    â€œWe’re the Rubios,” the girl piped up. “This is my mother, Regina, and these are my brothers, Ricky and Randy.” She gave the boys a big-sister glare. “My name is Starrina Rubio, but I go by Starr Ruby. It’s a fabulous stage name, don’t you think?”
    Rosie wasn’t sure if Starr really expected an answer.

    â€œWe’re from San Antonio, Texas,” Starr went on. “Greta lived with us last summer. She was supposed to be doing research at the university, but she took lots of breaks to play with me. I’m so excited to be in her wedding. I’ve never been a flower girl before, but as my daddy says, I was born to perform. I’ve been practicing my flower girl walk every day. Do you want to see?”
    But before Starr could take a step, there were more shouts from the front of the store.
    â€œRosie! Starr! Iris!” It was Greta. Her blue eyes sparkled as she rushed over to the group. Rosie was the first to give the bride-to-be a big hug. For a moment, Rosie even forgot about being a flower girl.
    After greeting everyone, Greta said, “I’d like you all to meet Amber. She’s my second cousin and my maid of honor.”
    Greta motioned to a tall, thin young woman with straight, black hair. She was speaking into a red cell phone that had charms dangling from a chain – a shoe, a shopping bag, and a nail polish bottle.

    Amber nodded to the group, and then quickly went back to her phone call. Mrs. Anderson and Mrs. Rubio wandered over to the lounge chairs to chat.
    â€œWhat’s a maid of honor?” Iris asked Greta.
    â€œAnd what’s a second cousin?” added Starr.
    Rosie was glad they’d asked, because she didn’t know either.
    â€œAmber’s mom and my mom are first cousins, so that makes Amber and me second cousins,” answered Greta. “And a maid of honor is like the bride’s special assistant. She helps the bride make decisions and get ready on the wedding day. She even holds the groom’s ring until it’s needed during the ceremony.”
    â€œBut Ricky and Randy