BRIANNA'S POV
After the triplets left, Rachel and I tried to have our own fun. I leaned back against the counter, watching Rachel mix drinks. Her hands moved easily, tossing bottles in the air and catching them like it was nothing. I watched her in awe.
Rachel always had a way of making the simplest things fun. Right now, she was making mocktails, and I pulled out my phone to capture her in action. I hit record, catching her in the middle of a wink and a flashy spin.
“Looking good, Rach,” I teased with a smile.
She struck a pose, one hand on her hip and the other holding a drink shaker mid-pour.
“Darling, I always look good,” she said.
I laughed, almost spilling the drink she had just handed me. I took a sip of it. The sweet, fruity taste hit my tongue, and I sighed in satisfactio
