❄ Camille ❄
I started the lasagna as soon as I got home from work. But it didn't matter how busy I kept myself. I kept replaying the conversation from Sunday over and over again. Lucinda promised to stay away, and I was grateful. But I couldn't stop the nerves. Suddenly, a part of me wished I hadn't asked my sister for a tiny bit of space.
Suddenly, I wanted her here to help me through it.
I layered sauce, sheets, ricotta, and mozzarella. Layer after layer. I kept everything neat, like neat could keep me calm. I set the table for two and opened a bottle of red. Not to make it fancy. It was more about myself. I needed all the help I could get. When my phone buzzed, my heart stopped. But it wasn't a text from Sebastian, canceling tonight. It was Lucinda.
✉Lucy: I don't have to be there
