Hailey Twitch and the Wedding Glitch Read Online Free

kitchen. And we are setting the table. That is because Cousin Angela and Aunt Denise are coming over. They are bringing our dresses. And we are going to try them on. And then tomorrow, I will wear mine to school! And I will show that Natalie Brice that I am not a liar. It is a completely wonderful plan.
    â€œWhat if you get that dress dirty?” Maybelle asks.
    â€œI do not get dirty.”
    â€œYou fell in a big mud puddle the other day.”
    â€œMaybelle! That is not polite.” I am putting all the spoons down on the table. That is because my mom is making a delicious broccoli soup for an appetizer. Broccoli is not good. But it is good in soup. I drop Cousin Angela’s spoon right on the floor. Whoops.
    I pick it up.

    â€œYou better get her another one,” Maybelle says.
    â€œLooks clean to me.” I put it back down next to her plate.
    When Cousin Angela and Aunt Denise get over, they have Cousin Genevieve with them. She is the bride. And so she wants to see us in our dresses.
    â€œNow, Maybelle,” I whisper to her. “Do not be causing any mischief with the dresses.”
    â€œI will if I want,” Maybelle says. Then she whispers, “I am trying to be bad at magic, remember?”
    I have a weird feeling about this right in my stomach. But I cannot think about it too long.
    And that is because those wonderful dresses are coming right out of their dress bags.
    â€œI will try mine on first!” I say. I go rushing right at it and try to make a grab for that dress.
    â€œHailey!” Cousin Genevieve yells, pulling it away. “You have to wash your hands first. We cannot get this dress dirty.”
    I do a big sigh. Washing your hands is for babies. My hands are clean as a whistle. But me and Cousin Angela go in the bathroom to wash up.
    â€œWhose nail polish is that?” Cousin Angela asks. She is looking at the bottle that is sitting on the sink. It is blue nail polish. And it is Kaitlyn’s. I am too young to have nail polish.

    But Cousin Angela does not know that. So I say, “That nail polish is mine.”
    â€œYou are allowed to wear nail polish?” Cousin Angela asks. She has lots of soap, soap, soapy suds on her hands.
    â€œOf course.”
    â€œNo, you are not,” Maybelle says. “That is Kaitlyn’s nail polish.” Maybelle is washing her hands, too.
    I give her a look to be quiet. Even though Cousin Angela cannot hear her. It is not any of Maybelle’s business about that nail polish. It is nobody’s business but my own self’s.
    â€œMy mommy says nail polish is only for big girls,” Cousin Angela says.
    â€œWell, I am a big girl.” I dry my hands off on a purple towel. “I am seven years old.” I pick up the nail polish and take the top off. Then I paint my one pinkie nail blue. “See?” I say. “It is mine.”

    I put the cap back on. “Now come on. We have to try our dresses on.”
    â€œBLUE NAILS FOR ME, TOO!” Cousin Angela yells.
    â€œNo,” I tell her. “Blue nails are for big girls only.”
    â€œANGELA IS A BIG GIRL!” Cousin Angela screams. And then she picks up that bottle of nail polish. I grab it. And I try to pull it out of her hands. But she pulls it back very hard.
    â€œLet go right this instant,” I tell her. “I am seven, and you are five, and that means I am the boss of you.” But Cousin Angela does not listen. She pulls on it harder.
    And then that bottle of nail polish goes flying into the air. It is spinning around and around and around, and I reach up and try to catch it. But I miss. I knock right into it with my hand. Nail polish goes spilling and splattering all over. Blue is splattering on the walls and all over us.
    Cousin Angela looks at me. She has a speckle of blue nail polish right on the tip of her nose. “You made a mess,” she says. “Now you are going to be in big trouble,