Hailey Twitch and the Wedding Glitch by Lauren Barnholdt Page B

so does Cousin Angela.
    Everyone in the seats is watching us. It is like being a very famous movie star. I give my best smile. There is Grandma Hansen. And Aunt Denise. And my mom and dad and Kaitlyn. They are taking lots of pictures of me.
    I am having a very fun time at this wedding, it turns out.
    But then all of a sudden, everyone in the audience is not looking so happy. They are looking very worried.
    â€œTHESE SHOES ARE UGLY!” Cousin Angela yells. Then she sits right down in the aisle. And she kicks her legs right up in the air. One of her orange shoes goes up, up, up! And it plops down right on Cousin Harold’s head.

    â€œOw!” Cousin Harold says. Wow. I hope he does not have a scrape on his head. I do not like blood. It makes me very nervous.
    â€œCome on, honey,” Aunt Denise says. She is getting out of her seat. She is putting her hand out to Cousin Angela. “Time to walk down the aisle like a good flower girl.”
    â€œNO!” Cousin Angela screams. She is pulling off her other shoe. Then she throws it right at Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn catches it.
    â€œGood catch, Kaitlyn!” I say. But she does not smile. Or give me a high five. She just looks very upset. So does my mom. And my dad. And everyone else that is watching. The wonderful music is even stopping. This is definitely not going according to plan.
    I decide it is time to save this wedding. “Come on,” I say to Cousin Angela. “Chop, chop!”
    But Cousin Angela is still yelling and screaming. “I AM QUITTING THIS WEDDING!”
    â€œHaha,” Aunt Denise says. She is giving a weird laugh. “Come on, Angela.” She picks Cousin Angela up and puts her right over her shoulder like a big sack of potatoes! Then she takes her back into the VIP room. Wow. This wedding is the biggest disaster I ever saw.
    â€œHailey,” Maybelle whispers. “You are the flower girl now! The only one!”
    I gasp. She is right! I am the only flower girl. In sparkly shoes. Those two things have always been my dreams! Everyone is looking at me. And that wonderful music starts right up again.
    So I start to walk down the aisle. Exactly like I practiced. And it is very fun! I throw those petals right down. And it is a wonderful feeling being the only flower girl!
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    The next part of that wedding is very boring. A lot of talking. And a lot of standing. My legs are hurting, and I am trying not to get too fidgety.
    But then we get to have a very big dinner. And lots of cake.
    And there is a DJ playing lots of music. So I do not even need to bring my bongo drums in from the car. I am dancing my butt off. So is Kaitlyn. So is Maybelle. Even my mom and dad are dance, dance, dancing the night away.
    Cousin Angela does not get to come back to that wedding. I think she is having too much of a very big fit.
    I am just getting ready to get another very big piece of cake with strawberries on it when Mr. Tuttle shows up.
    â€œMr. Tuttle!” I say. “You cannot come to weddings!”
    â€œIt is Saturday,” Mr. Tuttle says. “The day Maybelle is supposed to be coming back to the castle. I already told you.”
    â€œYes, well, Maybelle is a big mess with her magic, remember?” I do not think Mr. Tuttle has a good memory. Probably because he is a little bit old.
    Maybelle gives a big nod. “Yes, I am a horrible mess,” she says.
    â€œSo far she has already made someone’s shoes orange,” I tell Mr. Tuttle. “This wedding was ruined because of her. Now excuse me, please, but it is time for me to get some more cake.” I am keeping an eye on that cake. Because it looks like it might be running out. That is because Cousin Harold has eaten four whole pieces. That is called taking more than your share.
    â€œWait a minute, please, Hailey,” Mr. Tuttle says. He is looking down at his clipboard. “Maybelle can stay here.”
    â€œYay!” I