TrinaTalia scurried around the kitchen as if it were the back of her restaurant. Even with Trina protesting about her sister taking over all the cooking, Talia pressed on. “Tri, I’m the big sister, I know best. Now, let me run down the list of what I’ve made for you.”
She’s the big sister. She knows best. Words I’ve heard my entire life.
She listened as Talia told her all the meals she had prepared and frozen, so all Trina needed to do would be to heat them up. On her counter sat containers full of pastries.
“Tal, you do realize there’s a bakery not too far from here, right? Willow adores their cupcakes, and honestly, so do I. Between the bakery and what you’ve made, I think we’ll be fine until Sam gets back.”
In all honesty, Trina wasn’t eating that much with Sam gone, and that wasn’t
