After breakfast, Mrs. Taylor made sure Davina didn’t move from the spot once she was dressed, and then Mr. Taylor drove the pair of them into town so that a party dress could be bought. Strangely enough, Davina had her own thoughts about what would look nice, and chose a beautiful dark green velvet dress which more than complimented her lovely long shiny hair. Mrs. Taylor immediately took her, still wearing the velvet dress, to the shoe department, and managed to persuade Davina that, no, she didn’t need a pair or boots (suitable, Davina would have thought, for playing football), and that there were lots of other shoes which would go with the dress. Finally, she bought a pair of black patent leather shoes, with a little strap across the instep, and when they both looked in the mirror, even Davina flushed with pleasure!
Of course, once home, Davina was quick to check the fixture list (in case her school was due to play in another match on the same day) but fortunately, it was a free Saturday, so she could go to the party. Both Mr. & Mrs. Taylor warned her that during the incoming week running up to the party, she would have to be on her best behaviour at school, or she would not be allowed to go to the party. For once, Davina agreed, and tried very very hard to behave.
The day of the party arrived. Davina hardly moved that morning, and after having a bath using some of Mum’s delicately scented soap, and after Mum washed her hair and dried it, then brushed it till it shone, she was finally allowed to put on the dark green velvet dress. Being such a pretty girl, she looked lovely, and Mr. Taylor got out his camera and took quite a few photographs to prove to himself and his wife that Davina could actually look clean and tidy!! Mrs. Taylor found some dark green ribbon in her work basket, and made two little bows to tie in her hair.
Finally, in the early afternoon, Mr. Taylor drove Davina to Suzie’s home, and walked her right up the path to the door. Surely, surely Davina could not get into any trouble this afternoon, and everything would go well. He made his way home, fingers crossed in the hope that everything would indeed be fine.