Kiara pov
"You probably already know why I called you here,"
Anna asked me as she crossed her legs on the dining table, the table that I was setting so that my husband could have his breakfast.
I looked at her unable to hide my distaste and she caught on to my expression quickly.
"Are you glaring at me?"
She demanded to know slamming her open palm on the table and propelling herself up to her feet.
I was backing away from the eggs that I was supposed to be cracking for an omelet.
I mumbled that I wasn't glaring at her which was just basically me lying right through my teeth because that is exactly what I was doing a moment ago.
Putting up with her nonsense was becoming more and more intolerable everyday and now I was becoming more self-conscious because my husband was living with u
