Michael snarled, “Who do you think you are? The woman of the house?”
I glared at the two of them. “I see you two have a mission of making me angry. But guess what? I won’t fall for this.”
Before I knew what was about to happen, someone took the clay pot out of my hand. I widened my eyes in shock. No one is supposed to touch what’s inside.
Michael took the pot. “What’s inside?” he asked, trying to see what was inside.
“Give it back,” I said sternly.
Seraphina smirked. “What if he doesn’t give it back? What will you do? Are you going to hit our visitor?”
Now she’s testing me. I really can’t stand them. “You know I don’t want to argue or fight with you two. Just give that to me, and then we’ll be good.”
“That’s why I asked, what if I don’t give it to you? What will you do?” She was rea
