Publisher Description

Emma wants to be a model, but membership in the Cupcake Club might be all the fame she needs. The Special Day wedding salon is running an ad in the local newspaper, and they want Emma to model in the advertisement. When a local department store also wants to use Emma as a model, she's suddenly very much in demand! But after running all over New York City for auditions (and being told over and over she "just isn't right") Emma realizes being a model is a lot tougher than she thought. Does Emma really want to be America's next top model, or is being a part of the Cupcake Club sweet enough?

Author Biography

From cupcakes to ice cream! Having written over thirty books about middle school girls and cupcakes, Coco Simon decided it was time for a change; so she's switched her focus from cupcakes to her second favorite sweet treat: ice cream! When she's not daydreaming about yummy snacks, Coco edits children's books and has written close to one hundred books for children, tweens, and young adults, which is a lot less than the number of cupcakes and ice cream cones she's eaten. She is the author of the Cupcake Diaries and the Sprinkle Sundays series. Abigail Halpin is an illustrator/graphic designer living in New England who likes bright colors, all things retro, and sharp pencils.

Excerpt from Book

Emma, Smile and Say "Cupcake!" CHAPTER 1 On Pins and Needles I woke up extra early this Saturday morning to frost the mini cupcakes I was delivering to our number-one client, Mona, at The Special Day bridal salon. Well, the truth was, frosting wouldn''t take long, but I wanted to wash and set my hair in my mom''s big rollers before I went to the bridal salon. I would be modeling today for Mona''s clients, and I wanted to try a new hairstyle and see what everyone at the shop thought. It''s kind of crazy how I started modeling for Mona. One Saturday morning I was making a regular cupcake delivery to the store (my friends and I in the Cupcake Club have a cupcake business, and Mona buys cupcakes from us for her Saturday brides each week), and an important mystery client was there for an early showing of dresses. It turned out to be Romaine Ford, our only hometown celebrity, and I ended up modeling junior bridesmaid dresses for her because there was no one else available. Meeting Romaine Ford and everything that came after that was the most exciting part of my life yet. Since then, I''ve been modeling for Mona about once or twice a month for trunk shows, which is when specialty designers bring in their line for the day. It''s fun. I get to dress up and sometimes have my hair styled (no makeup, though! It could ruin the dresses!) and hang out in a totally girlie environment for the morning, away from my three smelly brothers. Best of all, Mona pays me. So this morning I showered, then put on my fancy jeans and a pretty turtleneck sweater, some tiny pearl stud earrings, and a belt. Then I rolled my hair and forgot all about it for a while as I finished up the cupcakes. Well, until my brother Matt walked into the kitchen and fell down on the floor laughing. I guess I looked pretty funny with my hair all in rollers, but there are times like these when I really wish I had a sister. Anyway, it only took about half an hour to frost and pack the cupcakes since they''re minis, which are not much wider than a quarter. Mona loves them. Brides are always on diets, so they''re hungry, which makes them cranky. These cupcakes are so tiny, no one can resist, and she says they make cranky brides friendlier. Isn''t that funny? Afterward, I ran the blow-dryer over my curlers to really set my hair, then I unpinned the rollers and swung my head from side to side. My hair is a very yellow blond on top, from the sun, but underneath it''s a much darker shade. The curls made the colors all swirly and mixed together, and the style gave me a lot of height. I looked two inches taller! I laughed at the sight of it. It might be too much, but who cared? It was just an experiment, anyway. Well, my mom might care. She''s always concerned about being "age appropriate." My mom called up from the kitchen that we had to go or I''d be late, so I flipped off the bathroom light and took the stairs down, two at a time. As I swung around the banister and into the kitchen, my mom turned around and then did a double take. "Oh, Emma! Your hair looks gorgeous!" she said with a gasp. I grinned. "Thanks! You don''t think it''s too much?" My mom laughed. "Well, maybe for soccer practice or something, but under the circumstances, I think it will be a huge success!" She smoothed her own perky blond ponytail and laughed again, looking down at her Nike sweatpants and Under Armor top. "I am feeling very underdressed!" "You look great, Mama," I said, calling her by my private baby name for her. "You''re the prettiest mom in school." I grabbed my jacket off the hook in my locker in the mudroom, stepped over about five piles of sweaty boys'' sporting goods, and headed out to the car. "Thank you, lovebug, you do say the sweetest things, even if they''re not always true!" At The Special Day, Mona and her assistants were bustling around getting things set up for the day''s trunk show. The Special Day is just what you would imagine if you were trying to picture the most awesome, over-the-top, bridal store. It''s like a magical castle, and someday that''s where I want to buy my wedding dress. First of all, outside the store they have beautiful green trees, and topiaries in white wooden flower boxes, and a pretty white awning with white lanterns hanging on either side of the door. It looks like something from movies I''ve seen of Paris. Then, inside is white, white, white everywhere. A boy couldn''t last one minute in there without ruining something, I tell you. There are thick white pile carpets, which make it really quiet; superplush white sofas and chairs that you sink into; low white marble coffee tables where tea is served in fine white china; and everywhere are white boxes of white Kleenex, because everyone cries when women try on wedding dresses. Once, I even saw Mona tear up when a young woman with cancer came in to try on her dress. She was bald from her treatment, but very brave and getting healthier, and Mona cried when she saw her in her beautiful dress. Today, Mona''s main assistant, Patricia, came striding over to help me with my cupcake carriers. "Oh, Emma! Your hair! You look incredible!" said Patricia. I smiled. "Thanks. It was just an experiment." "Well, it looks wonderful. Mona! Come see Emma''s new hairstyle!" Mona looked up from the rack of dresses she was arranging, and I saw her tilt her head and squint at me. "Emma!" she cried. (Mona is really dramatic, by the way. Did I mention that?) She raced across the store toward me, her arms outstretched. "Darling! You look divine! Simply divine!" She had her hands on my arms, and now she pulled me in for a European-style two-cheek kiss. I laughed. Mona said, "Oh, Patricia, isn''t she divine?" Smiling, Patricia nodded and added, "Divine!" (Did I mention that "divine" is Mona''s favorite word?) But now Mona stopped gushing over me and patted her severe black bun. "Patricia!" she snapped, all business now. "I have an idea!" "Yes, Mona? What is it?" asked Patricia. Patricia is very patient, but I guess I don''t need to mention that either. Mona circled me, looking at my new hair with her arms folded, tapping her chin, slightly bent at the waist. "Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Yes. Yes!" After what felt like an eternity, she looked up at Patricia with a gleam in her eye. "Call Emma''s mother and ask if we can photograph her today, and if so, could we use it in the paper. Then if she says yes, call Joachim and get him over here on the double. I''d like to run another ad!" I raised my eyebrows at Patricia and she raised hers back at me, and we smiled like coconspirators. An ad?! Holy smokes! Wait until I tell my friends, was all I could think! I prayed my mom said yes. Sometimes my parents can be funny about stuff like that--they always are nice when people tell them I''m pretty, like if we''re out to dinner or something, but they always tell me after that looks don''t last and that schoolwork and teamwork are more important than appearances. I know what they mean, but I still like it when people say I''m pretty. Especially because I don''t think I''m pretty all the time; only when I try a little and, like, wear something fancy or do my hair. Otherwise I think I just look normal. I went with Patricia to sort through the dresses I''d wear today while she dialed my mom''s cell on the cordless phone. Today''s dresses were by Jaden Sacks, a famous designer from New York City. The line is superchic and exclusive. She usually only sells in her boutique on Madison Avenue. I know this because Mona told me the week before. She was very excited to be able to carry the dresses in the store. The junior bridesmaid dresses were gorgeous, made of incredible materials--thick, slippery satin that pooled in my hand and slid through my fingers like quicksilver; pleated sheer silk so light and thin, it was like cotton candy on my skin; and lace that was somehow detailed and fancy on one side but cotton soft on the underside so it buffered me from the scratchiness of the stitching. The designs were simple--fashion forward but not tacky or overdone. Jaden Sacks is famous for using the finest supplies and craftspeople. Mona also told me that, but I looked it up on the Internet, too. Her dresses for brides are not traditional puffy "wedding cakes" with lots of layers, but rather columns or sheaths or mermaids with trains. Very glamorous and understated. Her dresses for junior bridesmaids don''t really look like bridesmaids dresses. They aren''t too poufy or lacy or anything, and they don''t look like mini brides, but they still look what my mom would call "age appropriate." Which is good, because when it comes to modeling, my mom is all over being age appropriate. Mona has to show Mom all the dresses I''ll wear beforehand, so she can okay them. It''s kind of crazy. I mean, how can a bridesmaid dress be too sexy? But Mona says you''d be surprised. Patricia whispered to me as she waited for my mom to pick up the phone, telling me that Mona was hoping Jaden Sacks might consider letting her carry the dresses for good, selling the line as a regular attraction at the store. Mona had already run a number of ads in the local paper about today''s trunk show, and she was expecting a big crowd--not just brides but local fashionistas who were curious to see the exclusive line on their home turf. (I already knew that one o

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