Elena
In no time at all, Rachel's arms are covered with flour as she takes more of a handful from the powdery substance and piles it onto the counter. She accidentally drops the ball of dough on it, and the powder puffs out into the air, landing on her face and all over her apron.
Carol and I burst out with laughter at my best friend's expense. Rachel glares at us, but the corners of her mouth pull up. She wipes the dusting off her face. "I told you that I'm no good at this." Rachel laughs at herself.
"Honey, you're going to have to learn how to bake and cook." Carol mentions in between her fits of laughter.
"Do I really, though?" Rachel asks with a smile while I cut a strawberry in half.
"What else will you eat?" Carol asks.
Rachel's mouth moves to the side. "Frozen pizzas, Spaghett
