said Chloe. “We’re all in the kitchen. I suppose you’d better come too.” Chloe’s kitchen was amazingly big and posh and shiny with all sorts of cupboards and ovens and machines. Chloe’s mum was as shiny as her kitchen. She wore a white glittery top and white satin trousers, with a little pink-and-white frilly apron over the top. She looked more like Chloe’s sister than her mum. Emily and Amy and Bella were all standing at a crowded table with big aprons pinned around them and their sleeves rolled up. “Hi, Daisy!” said Emily. “We’re all making our own pizzas – it’s such fun.” “We can choose any topping we like,” said Amy, arranging pepperoni in a noughts and crosses shape on her pizza. “I’m making a Bellaroni special,” Bella giggled, squirting chocolate sauce everywhere. “See, I said I was going to have a brilliant sleepover party,” said Chloe. “The best in the whole world.” “For the best little girl in the whole world,” said Chloe’s dad, popping his head round the door.
