“What.’ She muttered surprisedly and her expression just made me even angrier, like I didn’t know what I was saying.
“Yes,” I firmly admitted. “It is very horrible. Didn’t your mother teach you how to cook? How did you even get Gerard’s attention and get married to him with this thing you call food, surprises me?’ I emitted sarcastically.
“Oceana.’ Carmine whispered, but I ignored him and went on. “If you had learned how to cook properly, I wouldn’t be so bored and lose my appetite.’
“Hey, Oceana, that’s so rude.’ My mother scolded me. “What on earth is wrong with you?"
“I’m really sorry if it’s not up to your taste.’
I went on, letting my anger lead me further. “I don’t need your apology. Keep it to yourself.’ I forced myself to be as composed as I could.
“I’m talking to you. What o
