"I was the one who made this soup!" Heather said, as if she was proud of the soup she had cooked. "Try to taste this one, Solanna. I know you enjoy soup."
She handed me a cup full of the soup she made. My smile slowly crept onto my lips before I nodded at her and thanked her.
"Oh!" Marjorie said, which made us both turn to look at her. "You love soup?" I nod at her. "Do you know that my younger sister also loves this one too?"
Shaun scoffed at what she said, but it seemed like I was the only one who heard it because everyone was busy getting their respective bowls. I pursed my lips before I smiled at her.
"When she was young—"
"Enough, Marjorie," Shaun said.
Marjorie turned to look at him with curiosity plastered on her face. Shaun reciprocated her curious stare with an intent gaze,
