Kory
“Tell me again why we're doing this?”
“Because it's my turn to host dinner.”
I groan.
I can't believe this shi.t. I do not want people coming around tonight. I wanted to spend the night alone. After our earlier appointment with the doctor, who told us everything was perfect with our baby and the pregnancy, I had hoped we could have a quiet night.
But apparently, it's tradition for one of the girls to hold a huge dinner party, same day every year, different girl. It's Aimee's turn this year, and I am not happy about it.
She's been preparing for this all day. Scallop salad for her starter, Italian gnocchi for the main course, and devil's food cake with homemade mint chocolate chip ice cream for dessert.
She's worked hard, and I hope for their sake that nobody makes any kind of co
