Thank goodness it was dark so nobody could see her crying. After about five minutes, though, Jess seemed to get through her pain and arrive at an angry place in her head, which felt much better. Instead of being devastated that Fred had let her down so badly and didn’t seem to care, she started to plan the best possible revenge. She would rustle up the most fantastic hosting routine ever seen. Fred had shown himself to be completely spineless, so she’d do the whole thing entirely on her own. The hosting routine would be brilliant, pure comedy gold. But she didn’t have much time, because, of course, she also had to organise every other aspect of the dinner dance, at lightning speed and single-handedly. Jess was determined, and in a peculiar way it was almost a relief to know that it was entirely up to her now that Fred was out of the frame. When she arrived home, the grown-ups were all sitting around the kitchen table: Mum, Dad, Martin and Granny. Mum looked relaxed, thank goodness, and even Granny seemed to radiate benevolence – maybe she had given up on the hopeless task of trying to organise a reconciliation between Mum and Dad.
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