Jules
I stared at her; her stance, the hand on her hip, the way she was glaring at me like a mom catching her teenager sneaking into the house through her window after curfew, and I couldn’t help it. I threw my head back and burst out laughing.
“Oh my God, Mia,” I said between laughs, clutching the wine bag to my chest. “You look absolutely ridiculous right now.” I said, shaking my head at her as I wipe off the imaginary tears on my face.
She gasped. “Ridiculous? Excuse me, I am channeling righteous best-friend energy here!” She said and I pushed up my brows.
That certainly made it worse. I threw my head back again and laughed harder, the sound echoing down the sidewalk until a few people turned to look at us but I didn’t care. For the first time all day, the tension sitting tight in
