Celeste's heart sunk at his words. Why was he being so harsh?
She disobeyed him, yes...but she disobeyed him for his own good. If she hadn't cooked, then would he have had anything to eat?
Huffing pitifully at herself, she turned to face away from him. "I know you don't like me, it's obvious, but do you have to treat me this bad?"
"I told you, didn't I? You were selfish and inconsiderate to your sister, so I'll just have to be the same to you."
Her sister again, everything resolved around her. Celeste could bet on her life that if Celia had been the one to disobey him, a plate of food would still be secured for her.
Life...oh how unfair it was.
Blinking away the tears that threatened to fall, Celeste marched her way back into the kitchen, her head hanged low. She felt tired...drained
