Lingerie Wars (The Invertary books) by janet elizabeth henderson
Authors: janet elizabeth henderson
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scowled.
"If you're going to pick me up and throw me, at least aim for Kirsty's shop."
It was pointless. The woman was made of Teflon. Insults slid off her. His choices lay in committing her to some sort of asylum, or including her in his plans.
"Fine. We'll meet this afternoon. Sort out a strategy. After we've got this stuff in place."
She punched the air.
"Fandabbydozy," she said. "That leaves enough time to go get some cakes. You can't have a meeting without cakes." She paused. "And Irn-Bru. You can't have a meeting without Scotland's other national drink." She turned towards him with a haughty look. "Do you know that there isn't a stain remover on the planet that will take out an Irn-Bru stain? Nothing will shift it. Isn't that amazing?'
"Mindboggling. Makes me want to drink loads."
She frowned again as she held out her hand.
"Give me money," she demanded. "It's your meeting. You're paying."
With a sigh, Lake reached for his wallet, briefly wondering if this was what all parents felt with unruly children.
"I'll be back when the work's done," she said as the cash disappeared into the folds of her tartan tent. He assumed there was a pocket there somewhere.
With that, she hobbled up the road to the shop. He couldn't help but notice the spring in her step.
Kirsty was feeling pretty good about herself. The women of Knit Or Die were true to their word and Lake had his hands full dealing with them, and that left Kirsty free to work on her website. She grinned widely at the screen in front of her. After much frustration and hard work, it was ready to go live. She called through to the shop for Magenta.
"Hey, what's up?" Magenta said as she came to stand beside Kirsty's desk.
"The website is going live," Kirsty said with a grin. "Didn't want you to miss it."
"Excellent," Magenta said.
Kirsty made a big deal out of pushing the enter key on her laptop. They waited.
"Is that it?" Magenta said.
"Feels like there should be fireworks, doesn't it?"
They stared at the screen.
"Try logging out, then typing the address in the browser to see if it's there."
Kirsty did as she was told and up popped her site, all pink and mint coloured with Eye Candy in bold white lettering across the top of the screen.
"Buy something to see if it works," Magenta prodded.
That seemed like a good idea, so Kirsty went through the rigmarole of buying a bra she already owned and paying the credit card fee for the privilege. She wasn't aware she was holding her breath until the sale went through.
"Great, eh?" she said to Magenta. "Now all we need are people to flock to it and shop up large."
Kirsty chewed her lip for a minute. There was something she wanted to tell Magenta, but she didn't want it to seem like a big deal. Because it wasn't. Really.
"There's something else I want to show you," Kirsty said.
She couldn't look at Magenta while she spoke. Instead she pressed some keys and an advert appeared on a site that reviewed fashion and made recommendations on what to buy. It said: Special lingerie from the specialist in lingerie—Kirsty Campbell . Then it told you to buy at Eye Candy. There was a large picture of the shop, but in the corner there was a small headshot of Kirsty smiling. At last she looked up at Magenta.
Her young friend stood with her jaw hanging to her chest.
"You put yourself out there," she said at last. There was a hint of awe in her voice that made Kirsty blush. "I am so proud of you."
And before she knew it, Magenta, who never hugged anyone, threw her arms around Kirsty and gave her a big squeeze.
"That is amazing, Kirsty," she said once she'd retreated to a safe distance again.
"It's only a headshot."
"It's more than that," Magenta said, with a look heavy with meaning. "We both know it's more than that."
Then, as things were getting too emotional for her, Magenta fled to the shop.
Kirsty stared at her picture on the screen. It'd been almost three years since she'd advertised anything. It was strange to see
"If you're going to pick me up and throw me, at least aim for Kirsty's shop."
It was pointless. The woman was made of Teflon. Insults slid off her. His choices lay in committing her to some sort of asylum, or including her in his plans.
"Fine. We'll meet this afternoon. Sort out a strategy. After we've got this stuff in place."
She punched the air.
"Fandabbydozy," she said. "That leaves enough time to go get some cakes. You can't have a meeting without cakes." She paused. "And Irn-Bru. You can't have a meeting without Scotland's other national drink." She turned towards him with a haughty look. "Do you know that there isn't a stain remover on the planet that will take out an Irn-Bru stain? Nothing will shift it. Isn't that amazing?'
"Mindboggling. Makes me want to drink loads."
She frowned again as she held out her hand.
"Give me money," she demanded. "It's your meeting. You're paying."
With a sigh, Lake reached for his wallet, briefly wondering if this was what all parents felt with unruly children.
"I'll be back when the work's done," she said as the cash disappeared into the folds of her tartan tent. He assumed there was a pocket there somewhere.
With that, she hobbled up the road to the shop. He couldn't help but notice the spring in her step.
Kirsty was feeling pretty good about herself. The women of Knit Or Die were true to their word and Lake had his hands full dealing with them, and that left Kirsty free to work on her website. She grinned widely at the screen in front of her. After much frustration and hard work, it was ready to go live. She called through to the shop for Magenta.
"Hey, what's up?" Magenta said as she came to stand beside Kirsty's desk.
"The website is going live," Kirsty said with a grin. "Didn't want you to miss it."
"Excellent," Magenta said.
Kirsty made a big deal out of pushing the enter key on her laptop. They waited.
"Is that it?" Magenta said.
"Feels like there should be fireworks, doesn't it?"
They stared at the screen.
"Try logging out, then typing the address in the browser to see if it's there."
Kirsty did as she was told and up popped her site, all pink and mint coloured with Eye Candy in bold white lettering across the top of the screen.
"Buy something to see if it works," Magenta prodded.
That seemed like a good idea, so Kirsty went through the rigmarole of buying a bra she already owned and paying the credit card fee for the privilege. She wasn't aware she was holding her breath until the sale went through.
"Great, eh?" she said to Magenta. "Now all we need are people to flock to it and shop up large."
Kirsty chewed her lip for a minute. There was something she wanted to tell Magenta, but she didn't want it to seem like a big deal. Because it wasn't. Really.
"There's something else I want to show you," Kirsty said.
She couldn't look at Magenta while she spoke. Instead she pressed some keys and an advert appeared on a site that reviewed fashion and made recommendations on what to buy. It said: Special lingerie from the specialist in lingerie—Kirsty Campbell . Then it told you to buy at Eye Candy. There was a large picture of the shop, but in the corner there was a small headshot of Kirsty smiling. At last she looked up at Magenta.
Her young friend stood with her jaw hanging to her chest.
"You put yourself out there," she said at last. There was a hint of awe in her voice that made Kirsty blush. "I am so proud of you."
And before she knew it, Magenta, who never hugged anyone, threw her arms around Kirsty and gave her a big squeeze.
"That is amazing, Kirsty," she said once she'd retreated to a safe distance again.
"It's only a headshot."
"It's more than that," Magenta said, with a look heavy with meaning. "We both know it's more than that."
Then, as things were getting too emotional for her, Magenta fled to the shop.
Kirsty stared at her picture on the screen. It'd been almost three years since she'd advertised anything. It was strange to see
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