"I am so sorry." I apologize as I walk to the sink to wash my hands. "I didn't know I was coming here for dinner. I'd have dressed more appropriately."
She smiles. "It's fine. You look beautiful either way."
"Thank you." I smile calmly.
My mother would throw a fit if she knew what I was wearing to a dinner invite.
She'd probably be turning in her grave right now.
"What are we making for dinner?" I ask.
"Baked spaghetti." She sighs. "I'm sorry for making you go through this hassle." She apologies.
I shake my head repeatedly. "It's fine actually. It's okay."
"Then let's get cooking."
.....
"So tell me about your family." She asks midway cutting onions while I was placing the spaghetti on the stove.
"Well, it's just me, my twin and my dad."
"You have a twin?" She glances at
