Nora's POV
Elena was angry at me, but I found it hard to believe that she would look down on the waitress standing beside us. Her uniform should tell her that she was working in the restaurant.
“Good evening, ma'am. I am sorry for interrupting your conversation. I just want to bring your order. Our chef was very fast in preparing it because I told her how hungry you are.” The waitress wouldn't stop talking as she served me the meals I ordered earlier.
Yes, she was telling the truth; the noise from my stomach could tell how happy I was to see the food in front of us.
“Thank you!” Ignoring my sister, I shamelessly dug into the hot spaghetti. The taste of the spicy food made the level of my serotonin increase rapidly.
At this point, I forgot that my sister was seated in front of me. With
