That morning, Aria and I bustled around the apartment, making final preparations for the dog wash fundraiser. After a week of planning, the number of likes on Aria’s posts hinted at there being a massive turn out.
"Okay, Aria, do we have enough shampoo and towels?" I called out from the kitchen.
Aria emerged from the bathroom, her hands full of bags of dog shampoo. "Check and check! The shampoo's all lined up, and the towels are piled high in the car. We're good to go, Evie."
I let out a relieved sigh. "Great. I can't believe it's finally happening."
Aria grinned, her eyes sparkling. "It's going to be amazing, Evie. Just imagine all those happy doggies getting pampered."
As we exchanged a high-five, I felt a surge of gratitude for all the effort the others had put in. Aside from bei
