“For the millionth time, Charlotte, I hope you aren’t forgetting anything?”
“And for the millionth time, Rachael, if you decide to join me in getting things ready, maybe we wouldn’t have to risk me actually forgetting something.”
Rachael laughed, Charlotte shaking her head as her best friend still refused to join her.
It was the morning of their picnic and Rachael had decided to leave everything involving them getting ready to Charlotte. At least, the food part. In her defence, Charlotte was the professional chef and it was up to her to make sure the meals and snacks they were going to be eating at their picnic were perfectly edible.
Though she wasn’t willing to show it, Charlotte was actually glad about it. Glad Rachael was being her normal self by refusing to be nice to her and sneak
