I cooked anyway. Chicken, potatoes, green beans. I plated everything and set two dishes on the dining table. Daniel sat down. Vanessa stayed on the couch, her eyes fixed on the screen.
“Dinner’s ready,” I said.
“Bring it here,” Vanessa said, waving one hand without turning around.
I stared at her. “You can eat at the table.”
The room went quiet except for the laughter coming from the television. TV& Video
Daniel’s chair scraped back. “What did you just say?”
“I said she can eat at the table,” I answered. “I’m not serving dinner to someone glued to the TV like I’m hired help.”
Vanessa finally looked over, her face twisting. “Wow. Two days in and she already thinks she owns the place.”
Daniel crossed the room so quickly that I stepped back on instinct.
“Apologize,” he snapped.
