The next day, of course, I texted the girls that it was time to send some drama.
Me: Emergency brunch. Expensive coffee. Bring chaos. No kids. Except Jaya, because she's basically my tiny wallet inspector.
I got there first with Jaya, who was busy interrogating a croissant like it owed her lunch money. She had one shoe off, blue juice spilled on her yellow green new dress, and was currently feeding a sugar packet to a plush rabbit.
Location: Café Très Pretensieux
Okay, I know I just made it up, but yes, I'm acting like the real Catherine now as I looked at the place with regal mama eyes. (A place that charged £11 for toast and had a chandelier in the bathroom)
Perfect chaos energy. Mylene arrived next—fresh-faced, hair blown out, zero under-eye bags like she slept on clouds woven by a
