Maelis POV

“Do we really need all these things?” I asked, eyeing Melanie as she stuffed yet another item into the poor shoulder tote bag she was dragging to the lake.

“Of course we do. I wouldn’t pack them if we didn’t,” she groaned, pulling out a third pink swimming trunk, holding it against her body, and nodding to herself. “Perfect.”

Then she grabbed a sunhat and shoved it at me. “Here, help me with this. It can’t fit.”

I took it with an eye roll. “Maybe because you already have three swimming trunks in there? It’s not like you’re wearing all three at once.”

“Don’t be such a—” she...