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“Notthatmany. I think have ten in here, maybe a few more,” I answered with a shrug.
“But why?”
“Because of days like today. We have five different dishes to prepare and they each need different timers for different things.”
“That’s ridiculous, when you can just buy some cans at the store and cook them on the stove. Hell, I’m pretty sure you can microwave them.” I stopped dead in my tracks, turning to look at her.
“I will never microwave a dish for an event, Danielle. Never.” I was completely serious in my tone, doing my best not to laugh aloud as Danielle’s face fell.
“Well, fine. You’re the chef, after all.”
In no time at all, the dishes were all prepared, and warming in the oven for tonight’s events.
“See, that didn’t take too long,” I said with a satisfied look. Danielle paused at the sink, washing her hands and turning to me with a pointed gaze.
“No time at all? That took five hours, Sadie. Five. Hours.”
“That’s not bad!”
“You’re demonic in your domestic duties, you know that, right?” I simply shrugged her comment off.
“Yes, but now we get to have some lemonade,” I said with a smirk.
“Woo-hoo. Lemonade,” she said, her voice all droll and dry humor. I laughed as I pulled the pitcher of lemonade from the fridge.
“It’s fresh squeezed.”
“Of course it fucking is.” Still, she took a glass from my hand and took a sip, then immediately sputtered out a cough.
“That’s not lemonade,” she said, eyeing the glass.
“It has lemonade in it,” I said with a shrug.
“What is this?” She took another sip, slower this time.
“It’s a London Lemonade,” I answered with a wink.
“Well, fuck me and call me British, because this needs to be in my fridge every day for the rest of summer.” She took another sip as I poured myself a drink.
“Well, if it isn’t my two favorite ladies,” Jamie said from the garage doorway.
“You’re home early!” I exclaimed, setting my drink down and skirting around the counter to greet him.
“The launch was successful. Officially,” he said, sighing heavily at what I was sure was both relief and exhaustion.
“We don’t have to go tonight, if you’re not feeling up to it.”
“By the smell of this house, you’ve spent all day making food to help Diana. We aren’t missing it.” He pulled me closer, kissing my forehead and taking comfort in my embrace for a moment longer.
“If you say so.” I shrugged, finally releasing him and handing him my drink before making a third glass.
“Why don’t you girls go relax, and I’ll call Craig to see if I can bring the food over early. That would be easier for everyone, I think.”
“That sounds perfect,” I readily agreed.
Danielle and I made our way to the couch, sitting down with a sigh. I kicked off my heels, giving my feet a rest as I sipped my drink.
“I will never understand why you wear heels to cook in.”
