Starr and the High Seas Wedding Drama (Flower Girl World chapter book) Read Online Free Page A

Los Angeles Lions.
    â€œGrandpa Walt,” said Ivy as they approached. “Look at our flower girl dresses. Aren’t they pretty?” The girls held them up for him to see.
    â€œThat’s nice, dear,” said Grandpa Walt, his eyes still glued to the TV.
    â€œWalter!” Abuela said loudly to get his attention. “These are the dresses the girls will be wearing in our wedding.”
    â€œOh! They’re pretty.” He turned back to the television.
    Abuela grimaced. “What’s so important about this silly soccer game?” she snapped.
    â€œIt’s a very important game,” said Grandpa Walt, raising his voice.
    Starr had never heard him do that before.
    â€œThe score is very close. The Lions have to win,” he added.
    â€œWho are they playing?” Ivy asked.
    â€œThe San Antonio Sharks,” he said.
    Abuela’s eyes opened wide.
    â€œYou’re right. This is an important game,” she said with a devilish smile. “Go Sharks!” She pumped a fist into the air.
    Grandpa Walt snorted. “‘Good luck, Sharks’ is more like it.”
    Starr and Ivy exchanged startled looks. Their grandparents had always been kind to one another. But now, as they watched the game together, the older couple began to taunt each other while cheering on different teams.
    â€œYes!” Grandpa Walt yelled whenever the Lions would steal the ball.
    â€œHah!” Abuela squealed whenever the Sharks would steal it back.
    As the game wound down to the final seconds, the score was tied 2 to 2. Grandpa Walt had to wipe his sweaty forehead with a napkin.

    A Sharks player kicked the ball toward the Lions’ goal, but his aim was off. Suddenly, his teammate jumped up into the air and hit the ball with his head. Everyone in the lounge gasped as they watched the ball fly straight into the Lions’ goal.
    Buzzzz!
The game was over. The San Antonio Sharks had won.
    Abuela started a victory dance. She waved her arms in the air and chanted, “We beat the Lions! San Antonio is the best!”
    Grandpa Walt scowled. “San Antonio isn’t the best. Los Angeles is a much better city.”
    Abuela froze. “What?”
    â€œLos Angeles has the beach, Hollywood, Disneyland—”
    â€œSan Antonio has the river walk, beautiful Spanish missions, and, most importantly, my family!”
    â€œLos Angeles has my family!” said Grandpa Walt.
    â€œAre you saying your family is more important than mine?”
    Starr blinked in surprise. “I don’t think that’s what he meant, Abuela,” she said quickly.
    â€œBoth cities are great,” Ivy added.
    â€œGirls, stay out of this!” Abuela hissed.
    â€œGo back to your rooms,” Grandpa Walt ordered. “The adults need to talk.”
    As Starr and Ivy walked away, Grandpa Walt and Abuela started arguing again.
    â€œI don’t like this,” said Ivy.
    â€œMe neither. I hope they make up soon,” said Starr.
    But Grandpa Walt and Abuela did not make up soon. That night they stayed in their rooms, not even coming out for dinner. There was no sign of them the next day either. They missed making sand sculptures in the morning, playing bingo in the afternoon, and an Italian dinner buffet that night.
    Ivy and Starr picked at their pasta dishes.
    â€œGrandpa Walt loves Italian food,” Ivy said. “He never misses a meal.”
    â€œIt must have been a very bad fight,” said Starr.
    After dinner, the girls and the rest of their families went to the theater to watch a comedy show. The comedians told clever jokes, sang silly songs, and fell down over and over again. They had the whole audience cracking up. Everyone, that is, except Starr and Ivy.
    â€œI’m too sad about Abuela and Grandpa Walt to laugh,” said Starr after the show.
    â€œMe too,” said Ivy. “Everything has changed. I actually want them to get married now. They seemed so happy