Emma

Noticing lights still on, I stride toward the kitchen. I am prepared to do what I can to help Bonnie and Rachel clean-up for the night. However, over the muffled sounds of the dishwasher, Bonnie and Rachel sit at the kitchen island. All surfaces show no sign of the large event held here tonight.

“What’s up?” Rachel asks.

“I planned to help you with the clean-up,” I admit, causing the women to giggle. “I should have known Bonnie had it all under ...