"Get your peasant food off of the table." Cora sneered at me.
Cora was the daughter of one of Lionel's elders. She was tall and thin with long red hair that went almost to her waist. Her eyes were an icy cold blue.
She walked around the house as if she owned it. And she did not seem to like me. Which was fair enough, because I didn’t care for her either.
“Excuse me?” I asked, blinking at her.
“Your peasant food. Get rid of it.” Cora insisted.
“Whenever I’m around I prepare meals for Vera. And now I’ll do so for Patti too.” She continued, looking down on me.
“I’m a licensed nutritionist, I know what these girls need to thrive.”
“Alright.” I swallowed. I took Patti and Vera’s plates back to the kitchen before returning with my own plate.
“And what exactly are you doing now?” Cora as
