Maisie had set out their cakes in three rows – candy pink, buttercup yellow and sludgy brown. People stopped to look but moved on quickly when they saw Angela’s cakes. Lots of them went to Tiffany’s stall instead. After half an hour, Angela had sold one cake to her dad, and Maisie and Laura had sold just three between them. Meanwhile, Tiffany’s stall had an enormous queue that never went down. “It’s not fair!” grumbled Maisie. “Tiffany’s stealing all our customers!” Tiffany looked over and waved a five-pound note. Right, you asked for it, this is war! thought Angela. She picked up their price tag and crossed out “30”. “What are you doing?” asked Laura. “Beating Tiffany,” said Angela. “Just watch.” She climbed on to a chair and raised her voice above the noise. “Special offer! Buy your cupcakes here: ONLY 20p!”
