Elspeth's revenge (part 2-end)

Angelina put her arm round Elspeth’s shoulder making her feel instantly more relaxed and safe.
The room was exactly what Angelina said it was going to be, quiet. It was tucked some distance from the main kitchen so the noise of shouting voices and clanking of pots and pans had become a faint mumble.
“Well first things first. I think we should put Molly up on this shelf. Otherwise she’ll get covered in flour, butter and chocolate chips.”
Elspeth giggled at the thought of her dolly made to look like a cookie and handed the doll to Angelina.
“Next we have to get the ingredients,” she announced as she walked into a dark little room of to the side. Moments later she returned clutching packets of flour, baking powder, butter, brown sugar, a jar of honey, an egg, a small bottle of vanilla essence and assorted packets of milk, plain, white and multi-coloured chocolate chips and plopped them onto the chrome work surface.
“Now, we need to weigh out 6oz of flour,” Angelina said as she grabbed a large metal weighing scale. “Here, you can do the honours for me. You need to put the flour in that tray there until this little arm comes to this marker,” she continued, pointing to the dial on the face of the scale.
Elspeth did as Angelina asked as watched the little arm carefully as it rose up towards the marker.
“How’s that?” Elspeth said proudly.
“Excellent job. Now tip it into the bowl and do the same with the butter and the sugar but we only need 4oz each of those, so the arm should come to there. Okay?”
“Yep,” Elspeth replied, opened the bag of sugar and poured it into the tray, concentrating so hard her tongue poked out of the side of her mouth. When she’d weighed out the sugar she poured it into the bowl and did the same with the butter.
“You know when mum and dad come back I’m going to ask if you can come to dad’s dinner party.”
“Are you sure you’re allowed to invite staff to that. I’m sure its bound to be a very posh affair.”
“No, not as a guest, silly. To help. You could carry those large plates they have with the can of peas on them.”
“Don’t you mean canapés?
“That’s what I said. Can of peas, silly, you’re not listening.”
“I’m sorry. But anyway helping isn’t nearly as good as being a guest.”
“But you’re not royalty or even important. You can’t expect to go if you’re not royal or important. It’s not allowed.”
“I suppose you’re right but it’s the only way of really enjoying a party. If you’ve been invited I mean,” Angelina said as she measured out two tablespoons of honey and two of baking powder and added them to the bowl along with a pinch of salt, a dash of vanilla essence, a whisked egg and a packet of milk chocolate chips. “Now we mix it all together,” she continued. “So have you been to any of these parties yourself?”
“Oh no. I’m much to young. They don’t let me. But I did sneak downstairs one night when dad had invited guests. I watched them from the bottom of the stairs. They’d all been drinking that red berry juice and were making a lot of noise. Singing loudly and out of tune and dancing about. Well, I think they we’re meant to be dancing. They were wobbly about like this,” Elspeth explained as she held her arms out and wobbled on her legs as though they were made of jelly. “Then mum saw me and came rushing over. Her eyes looked all glassy and she had a big grin on her face. And she called over someone she called the ‘Pry Minstrel’.”
“I think you mean Prime Minister.”
“That’s what I said. Anyway, he bowed at me and I felt very important.”
“Did you now?” Angelina replied, biting her lip as a little snigger escaped her lips. “Okay, I think this is sufficiently mixed up. Now we need to put it on the tray.”
Angelina showed Elspeth how to plop the mixture onto the baking tray to cook, and as Elspeth continued she made up a fresh batch of cookies with plain chocolate chips, then another with white chocolate chips and the last with the multi-coloured chips.
“There, all done. Now we pop them in the oven and wait till they’re cooked.”
Elspeth clapped her hands with glee.
“Now for the fairy cakes,” Angelina said walking over to the store cupboard again.
Elspeth watched as Angelina disappeared into the darkness. She half wanted to follow her, curious to see what it was like inside with all the packets and boxes and jars and bottles, but after the time she hid in Sophie’s wardrobe to spy on her sister and accidentally jammed the door shut, she was a little apprehensive. So she waited until Angelina emerged clutching more ingredients.
By the time they’d weighed and stirred the mixture, ready to go into baking trays that had little wells sunk into them, a loud buzzing sounded. It took Elspeth by surprise and she jumped in the air and clasped her hands round her ears.
“It’s okay,” Angelina reassured as she reached for the oven gloves. “It’s only the cooker. It means our cookies are ready.”
She pulled out the trays and put the fairy cakes in the oven to cook and busily showed Elspeth how to make the buttercream mixture that went on top.
When the buzzer on the cooker went a second time Elspeth knew exactly what it meant and instead of jumping in alarm she dashed to the oven, and eagerly waited for Angelina to bring them out.
“They look really tasty,” she said, her mouth watering as the smell of warm, sweet sponge wafted in the air.
“Now we have to cut the tops of, put the buttercream on top and then,” Angelina said as she showed Elspeth what she meant. “We cut the tops in half, like so, and put them on top of the buttercream like this, so they look like little wings. And there we have a fairy cake.”
“Wow. They look really pretty. Let me do some.”
Half an hour later they were finished, exhausted and covered in flour, cream and butter. Elspeth laughed at her reflection in the mirror that hung on the wall above the sink. She had a dollop of buttercream on the tip of her nose, a dusting of flour in her hair, and chocolate round her mouth after she’d slyly guzzled one of the freshly cooked cookies.
“I think we should take these up to Sophie’s room, with some lemonade,” Angelina announced.
“Perfect,” Elspeth chimed with a broad grin.
When they reached Sophie’s room, Elspeth grabbed a table and laid the cookies, fairy cakes, three glasses and the bottle of lemonade on the table whilst Angelina kept watch by the door to see if Sophie was approaching. No sooner had Elspeth finished than Angelina rushed in.
“She’s coming!”
Elspeth spun round the table and rushed towards the door just as Sophie was about to enter her bedroom.
“Close your eyes, close your eyes!”
“Why? What have you done? I might have guessed it, Elspeth. Just because I wouldn’t let you come with me you decided to trash my room. Well if anything’s broken you going to get it.”
“Close your eyes, please Sophie!”
“Fine. Okay. Whatever.”
“Now come this way,” Elspeth said as she grabbed her sister’s arm and dragged her across the room so abruptly it was a wonder her sister didn’t trip over herself. But Elspeth was too excited to care what she was doing. She just wanted to show her sister what she’d done.
“Now you can open your eyes,” Elspeth said clapping her hands with glee.
She looked up at her sister who clasped her hands together as though in prayer and held them to her lips. She didn’t utter a word.
Elspeth’s heart began to sink, thinking her sister didn’t like what she’d done.
Sophie walked up to the table, with Elspeth close to her side never taking her eyes of her sister’s face, eagerly awaiting a reaction.
“Is this for me?” Sophie said softly as the corners of her mouth rose to a gentle smile.
Elspeth nodded with delight.
“You made these?” Sophie asked pointing to the cookies and fairy cakes on the table.
“With a little help from my new friend, Angelina,” Elspeth replied pointing to Angelina who stood as inconspicuously as she could by the bedroom door. “We’ve been in the kitchen all day making them. See there are fairy cakes and cookies, some with plain chocolate, some with white and some multi-coloured but we made most of them with milk chocolate as I know you like them best.”
Elspeth’s tone suddenly changed when she remembered how she’d started the day, before Angelina had suggested baking, and suddenly felt pangs of guilt in the pit of her stomach. Tears welled in her eyes and her lower lip quivered as she burst out crying and threw her arms around her sister’s waist, burying her head in the folds of her dress.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” Sophie said sympathically.
But Elspeth didn’t answer. She clung onto her sister as though her life depended on it, refusing to let go. Finally, she lifted her head up, her eyes stinging from the tears and summoned the courage to confess to her sister.
“I was going to break all your dolls. Once you’d left I pulled them all off the shelf and started pulling their arms and legs off. I would have carried on too if it wasn’t for Angelina.”
“Well you didn’t. So there’s no harm done,” Sophie said bending down to kiss the top of her sister’s head. “Why don’t you invite your friend to join us? Seeing as she made these too I think it’s only fair she gets to enjoy them.”
Elspeth lifted her head, smiled and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her dress before looking towards the door where Angelina was stood, but there was no-one there.
“She’s gone!” Elspeth cried and rushed to the door to look up and down the corridor, but she’d gone.
“She must have gone back to the kitchens, Elspeth. Don’t worry.”
Solemnly, Elspeth walked back to the table and half-heartedly munched on one of the fairy cakes, getting the tip of her nose covered in buttercream in the process but not caring in the slightest.
“This was my revenge, you know?”
“Revenge? Was it really?” Sophie said sinking her teeth into the largest milk chocolate chip cookie she could find. “Well if that’s the case then I’m going to have to leave you more often.”
Elspeth glowered at her.
“Only kidding, sis!” Sophie said and wiped the buttercream from Elspeth’s nose.