"Oh come on, I really didn't mean to! Why do you always think the worst of me?" She rolled her eyes. "Godfather and Godmother didn't blame me. Why are you still hung up on yesterday?"
She opened the refrigerator and helped herself to the durian and cherries inside without a shred of hesitation.
"Hurry up and order delivery. I'm starving." She popped a cherry into her mouth. "And order plenty—I invited my friends over. Five of them, and they all have big appetites. Don't be stingy and embarrass us."
"Your friends are coming to my apartment?"
"Yeah, and it's my home too. What's wrong with inviting my friends over?"
I was absolutely livid.
"Excuse me? You're inviting people over without even asking me? This is my home. You're just my roommate. Don't act like you actually live here!"
Sabina shot to her feet. "How is this not my home? I'm their goddaughter now—this is my home!"
"Godfather and Godmother told me to treat this place as my own. They adore me. You're the only one who treats me like an outsider!"
"Sabina, can you seriously not tell the difference between politeness and an actual invitation?"