Regina
My friends looked at me like I had grown two heads.
“An apron?” Grace tipped her head, “But you don’t cook.”
“Exactly!” I slapped my hand on the table. Across from me, Adelee jumped at the noise.
“Well, I get that its a lame gift,” Malia said thoughtfully, “But couldn’t you just return it?”
“Nooo,” I groaned, “You don’t understand! It wasn’t about the apron, it was part of his campaign to turn me into his dream woman. His dream woman who would be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, cooking like Betty Crocker, and doing homey things, like, I don’t know, canning vegetables!”
Adelee blinked, and pulled on a lock of her hair. “That doesn’t sound that bad.”
“Maybe not for you!” I said a little snippily, and then I wished I could take it back. Addie was the picture perfect
