She flicked her fingers toward the menu as if she were placing an order at a high-end restaurant.
“Keep it simple, okay? You know my tastes—blood bird’s nest porridge, braised sea cucumber, king crab. Nothing too complicated.”
A nearby maid hesitated before speaking.
“But, Miss Xander… those dishes take hours to prepare. Just handling the ingredients alone will take at least four or five hours. And you don’t allow us to help—”
Yvonne arched a perfectly sculpted brow.
“So what you’re saying is… I don’t deserve to eat them?”
Outside, my parents’ voices cut through the air.
“Nadine! Your sister just got back and you can’t even do this one little thing for her?!”
I told myself it didn’t matter. I told myself over and over again.
But standing there, in the face of their blatant favoritism, my heart still ached.
'However, this is the last time.' I thought.
I looked straight into Yvonne’s eyes. “I’m leaving tomorrow. You don’t need to waste any more time trying to make me suffer.”
Yvonne’s eyes lit up with joy.
“You said it yourself—I never forced you to leave.”
She clapped her hands together, feigning generosity. “Fine, I’ll let the maids help you this time.”