Danica
I was humming a tune as I was stirring the simmering sauce ion the cooker, the aroma of garlic and herbs wafting through the air as I carefully added a pinch of salt.
Kylie burst into the kitchen, holding up two different outfits against herself.
"Danica, which one do you think I should wear?" she asked, twirling around to show off the outfits. "The red dress or the black jumpsuit?"
I smiled, wiping my hands on a towel as I turned to examine the outfits. "Hmm, that's a tough choice. But I think the red dress would really pop against your skin tone."
Kylie squealed, hanging the black jumpsuit on her shoulder. "I knew you'd say that! I'm so excited for tonight."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So, tell me more about this guy. What's his name again?"
Kylie flopped down onto a
