39.Giggling Over The Wine

Dariana

“It smells like a omething is burning.” I say, rushing out of the bathroom to the kitchen where the girls are supposed to be helping me with my weekly meal prep.

Instead I discover them giggling over the wine in the icing room. When they hear me come out, Emma is the only one who immediately springs up to meet me in the kitchen.

She pinpoints the source of the burning smell a lot faster than I do. Quite frankly my contribution to the entire ordeal is worthless. While I was busy checking each individual pot on the stove to see which one could be the source of that smell, Emma hurriedly nudges me out of the way to pull out the blackened carrots, potatoes and peppers from the oven.

It is only then, when the oven doors open to let out the steam (smoke?) and the the smell of charred vegetables becomes more pungent, that Rory and Rachel turn from where they’re sitting to witness scene in the kitchen.

“Oh… that’s not good.” Rachel says.

“No it is not.” I say, moving t