Adam eats some veggies and dip while Marla gushes over me.
“You look so beautiful,” she says, going to the fridge and taking out items. “They’ve kept you from me. Afraid I would be too overbearing. I mean, it’s like they don’t even know me.” She rolls her eyes then winks.
Adam shakes his head, chomping down on another carrot with ranch dip.
“I made all your favorites. Cucumber sandwiches.” She places a tray on the table. “Pasta salad with my famous Italian dressing.” She shoves a bowl into Adam’s stomach, and he fumbles to grab it, a carrot hanging out of his mouth. “And caramel brownies.” She points toward the counter where there’s a tray.
“Lucy’s experimenting with her food,” Adam says.
I shoot him a glare. “Adam.”
“Experimenting?” A crease forms on the bridge of Marla’s nose.
“I’
