Luca
“You don’t need to keep cleaning that table, Rachel. You could perform open-heart surgery on it. It’s clean.”
“There are streaks! Why does the bottle say ‘streak-free’ when it leaves all these f*****g streaks?!”
“Babe, calm down, and relax. It’s just Gabby and Blaze. Why are you so nervous?”
“Because. This is her opportunity to tell me everything about me she doesn’t like, and I refuse to let shitty housekeeping be on that list. I take care of you, and I take care of our home. And a streak-free coffee table will prove that.”
There was no point in arguing with her, so I went back to the bedroom and continued getting dressed. I didn’t care if the house was spotless or not; Gabby and I had lived together for a year and had made more than a few messes. I just wante
