“I’ll go. I have more skills at wine removal than you.” She smiles adoringly, oblivious to what is going on here and assuming it’s just a bad mood Sophie strop. Because she normally sees her hostile and never knows it is because of her every fucking time. She kisses me on the cheek before following Sophie to the bathroom, and I cringe inwardly, my body sagging dramatically.

Natasha thinking she’s helping, while Sophie is in ‘death-star’ mode and probably about ready to ...