Bambi-san: Let’s see, Saiyi-san, Tariq-kun, Shiraishi-san, Hyuga-san…Why are there five votes? Isn’t it four?
Manager Nagai: The fifth vote-or fourth vote in this case was casted by Supervisor Shiraishi before he left this morning.
Silence fell on the room, even though I didn’t ask, I regretted it. How I wished I could have unplugged my ears!
Sosuke was here this morning? He actually voted for him before he went on vacation? He must’ve came when I went to the bathroom…
Now all eyes were on me.
It looked especially bad, manager Nagai didn’t dwell on it further and re-announced that everyone was dismissed.
I turned to stare at a wall and closed my eyes to talk myself down from the humiliation.
Sosuke didn’t like my dish? Why?! What was wrong with mine?! Was it because it would be unfair if he voted for his younger brother? No. Sosuke wasn’t like that, if he voted for Kitahara-san then he definitely thought his dish was better!
Bambi-san: Shiraishi-san
Behind me Bambi-san approached me.
“I’m fine.”
Bambi-san: …I wasn’t gonna ask if you were okay. I was gonna ask if I could take the honey toast home.
Chiasa-chan: Could you split it with me?
Bambi-san: How much? Wait, how much are we allowed to take Shiraishi-san?
The two looked at me for an answer and I huffed.
These two cold hearted women you see standing before me were the two that voted for my dish, so I couldn’t even be mad. Not at them.
I tried not to be bitter but my voice betrayed me. ” Just…leave me a couple…”
The two exchanged looks.
Chiasa-chan: I bet you regret not voting for your own dish now.
Her words only made me feel worse. “I was his mentor. And…it wasn’t bad, he… did well and I was proud, besides isn’t voting for myself a little conceited?!” I nodded. I made the right choice… my shoulders sagged, but did I really?
Bambi and Chiasa in unison: You’ve always been conceited though.
Chiasa-chan: Why stop there?
Bambi-san: How cute of you to put down your narcissism for your adorable kouhai.
I’m being bullied. I’m being bullied right now aren’t I? By two beautiful ladies, some degenerates might get a kick out of this but I’m far from one. Chiasa-chan had never spoken this much to me before and she’s always been a bit blunt but… Bambi-san… she was the most surprising. My impression of her has always been nice and polite, a perfectionist like me. Some part of me always sensed we might be similar but now…
I don’t understand. I haven’t done anything to antagonize them, why are they like this?
Chiasa-san stroked a non-existent beard as she studied me, perhaps looking for another opening and sure enough her next words were right on the mark.
Chiasa-chan: Now I see, you never expected to lose so your ego is hurt.
Bambi-san was sympathetic: “Getting outperformed by a kouhai IS a bitter pill to swallow. But… it’s not like you didn’t win the past year before, right? Didn’t Shiraishi-san(she’s referring to Sosuke) and you, Shiraishi-san, vote for Kitahara-san because it would boost his confidence?”
“…”
Seeing my face Bambi-san raised her brows. She had no idea, she transferred in last year when the competition was already over. All the formidable chefs had already left Cafe Nebula to play on an even grander stage. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone who could pose a threat to me here…not this year. But Chiasa knew. Oh wait, she didn’t, she came in at the beginning of the year before the last.
I averted eye contact. It was embarrassing. I had worked here for six years…I’m the senior here. That’s right, how could I forget?
Bambi-san looked to Chiasa-chan confused.
Bambi-san: Did I say…something wrong?
Chiasa-chan shrugged. She also seemed to be waiting for me to answer.
“…never won.” I muttered.
Bambi-san: “Huh?”
“I’ve …never won. In all the six years that I’ve worked here none of my dishes have ever made it onto the menu.”
It wasn’t just that the bottom floors were quiet, the lighting in comparison was dim and the air felt cold.
“Unlike the upper floors, the villages of the lower floors are built further apart. Well except for these four, since their built so closely together, they ineract with each other and hardly have any reason to come out. You’re more likely to run into the others on a trip to the bathroom, the breakfast cart or the vending machine during the morning or late afternoon. Down here everyone else also… prefers to keep to themselves.” She eyed Amy Claire. “Don’t be too surprised.”
Amy Claire didn’t utter a word and puff girl quietly surveyed the surroundings.
“Your neighbors will teach you everything you need to know. And if you still need help I’ll be checking in from time to time as I’ve been assigned counselor of block fourteen.”
“Block fourteen?”
“Ah, I mean… Rusty Penny Village.”
Both girls fell a step behind at the name.
“Who comes up with the names for these villages?”
“The girls do. It’s a complete and total democracy here.”
“Why would they name it that?! That’s horrible!”
“The girls of Penny Village are very simple and laid-back, they don’t place much importance on things like titles.”
The girls began to understand why she saved Amy Claire’s block for last, it was a lot farther. when one continued down the hall, they had to go down some stairs, there they noticed another door accompanied by a stained-glass window. Compared to all the blocks they saw; this design was drastically distinct.
“That’s Black Rose Village. They’re the biggest dorm of the lower floors.”
“Why is each dorm so different? And how does everyone know about us?”
“Those are two questions that have very long answers.” Ms. Applace sighed. “A few years back the alumni pitched in to help renovate the dorms… things got a little out of hand, and so some of the dorms ended up smaller in comparison, there was one village in particular that was even forgotten. And since no one is hardly ever assigned to the village, nothing was done about it. But this year is different. There’s so many new applicants…” It seems like she had more she wanted to say but she cut herself short. “In regards as to how everyone knows about you, they’re notified in advance.”
“How do you get that kind of information?”
“Your orphanage submits it when enrolling you.”
“Seriously? so this whole time they’ve been watching us? I mean… that’s a given but…”
“What about me?” Amy Claire asked.
Ms. Applace nearly forgot about her; she was so quiet.
“Well, aside from my personal acquaintance with your parents, we don’t know anything about you.”
Amy Claire stopped walking. “You know my parents?”
Ms. Applace smiled.
“It’s a given you don’t remember me. I was your nanny when you were very, very young.”
Amy Claire’s jaw dropped as she studied the stranger with new eyes. “…Cher?”
Puff girl looked from Amy to the Ms. Applace. “I thought only orphans roomed here?”
“It’s a sensitive situation.” Was all Ms. Applace said in response.
Amy Claire didn’t comment on it, her head lowering.
A nanny… Puff girl eyed Amy Claire… at first glance she seemed dressed down but her sunglasses, to even her stockings- they were all designer brands. What’s a rich girl doing here? Puff girl began to lag behind.
“Be careful not to fall behind, there’s an urban legend in these parts. Nothing good will come from seeing it, much less being left alone.”
A question sign hung over puff girl’s head.
“An urban legend? Like what?”
Ms. Apple only smiled. “You won’t have to worry about it.”
“Huh?”
“We’ve arrived.”
Down a long hallway they arrived at the door.
Instead of knocking, Ms. Apple unlocked the door and entered. As soon as they did a red-haired girl cried out.
“Oh, it’s just you.”
She was wearing a bathrobe.
Ms. Applace knitted her brows upon seeing her. “Heavens! Did you get in a fight? What happened to your hair?!”
The redhead’s eyes bulged a little.
“No. Why? Does it look bad? I cut it.”
Ms. Applace’s mouth hung open for a second. “Is that… a style these days?”
“Not sure… I was just bored. Felt like going for something new.”
“Well, clearly your beauty can survive anything Zoeira, it suits you.”
Zoeira stiffened and guffawed at the compliment.
Ms. Applace gestured to Amy Claire.
“Your new neighbor is here, Amy Claire, this is Zoeira.”
Zoeira’s eyes widened not in excitement but panic.
“You did clear your schedule as I asked didn’t you?”
“Of course. I just… forgot. Like… that was today? shiiii- she hummed the latter as she climbed the metal steps. “Does she HAVE to room with me?”
“You know the attic still has yet to be completed and Dove’s room only has one bed.”
“Right…Just checking.”
There was only metal, wood and brick in this room, barely any color or trace of green. The village’s name finally began to make sense.
(I’m sorry, I dunno how to paint ceilings!)
Amy Claire hugged herself, her brows and nose wrinkling at the grime and powdery finish coating the bricks, the sinks and tables looked like belonged in the 60s. Were they going for the medieval times? “This place is disgusting! I don’t want to live HERE!”
But when she turned around both Ms. Applace and puff girl had left. She was left in silence; she craned her neck to see movement inside.
She cautiously entered.
“…Hi.” She tried, hoping the girl didn’t hear her outburst just now.
“Hey. You’re side’s to the right.” She didn’t even turn around to look at her.
She couldn’t tell if she heard her or not, but the girl’s tone did feel stiff.
“. . .” She took note of Zoeira’s side as she walked over to her own.
Her shelves were full of skin care and hair items, which was normal for a teenage girl, at least that was one thing they had in common right? The only thing eye-catching was the personal bottle of sriracha and jar of cookies.
Above her bed was a single picture of two girls.
“Um, do you mind? MY space is sacred to me, that means no eyeballing it or me when I’m in the room. If you need anything ask, don’t even think of stealing.”
She was unexpectedly frank.
Amy Claire’s mouth opened but no sound came out at first. It was the first time anyone had ever spoken to her like that.
“I don’t need anything from you!”
“Well, I’m just making sure. The rich steal from the poor all the time.”
“Isn’t it the other way around? I should be worried about you!”
Zoeira smirked. “So you know. Once you learn everything you need to know you better keep your shit together and not give me any trouble. I don’t have the time to babysit some spoiled rich brat that’s had everything handed to her from infancy. You drag me down and I will fucking END you.”
Havia bought canned soup from the vending machine.
Was looking around for free photo editors… used pixlr, but… I will have to watch tutorial videos cos I’m not feeling this.
Havia and Kikiyo eating outside in block six’s (Lily Village’s) territory.
I think I built all the important parts… so I’m officially done building the dormitory! I forgot to take pictures of the current dorm but oh well, it’s better off as a surprise for the story.
I’m a bit sad unsatisfied with how Amy Claire(- the protagonist) turned out. Like the rough image is there but well, it’s like I haven’t thought much of the character compared to the others so I’m not as attached thus I didn’t know what kind of feel I was going for when making her… probably because I haven’t found the right hair yet. Hair is everything, if I don’t have the hair there’s no character- whenever I see a sims four hair or earring I instantly become inspired and am always able to make what I had in mind. U.U
(Oh yeah there is a sims four content creator who is new at making cc called Squasha, I love her earrings- even though she’s a rookie creator(?) and one could argue -_- for me I don’t care if the earring looks slightly weird so long as the earring itself is cute and quirky and I’ve never seen it done before.
Sadly most of them weren’t compatible with eyelashes. And eyelashes is what gave a specific sim of mine life… still gonna use those earrings and tolerate the clipping… I just hope it doesn’t do anything to my game. I hope she fixes the earrings so their eyelash compatible someday.)
It’s hard seeing a pick axe earring from minecraft and trying to walk away okay?
– There’s another character I can use as the protagonist of one of my build challenges.
I’ve decided Havia- oh crap, I forgot I changed her name haha… maybe I should make another character named Havia…. sounds good.
(they’re across the street from the dorm)
I made two batches of orphan girls (this picture is the last batch, was trying to make it a diverse place) so it’s been a very productive day.
This batch was sims of asian ethnicity. I’m a fan of them all. I feel tempted to include their own personal stories into this now as opposed to the story only having one protagonist…
A story where the protagonist learns more about a new sim that lives there kind of thing sounds interesting.
I think I can pull something like that off. No, I can do it! Woo! Hang in there me!
So to those who don’t play the sims this wouldn’t make sense.
But I’m going to be putting the girls in clubs so their behaviors will have more of a pattern. For example you can set a club to be mean to another club. Am looking forward to how their interactions will turn out.
(Zoeira’s bully victim, made her in advance even though she’s not gonna appear in the story for a while.- I feel bad I forgot her name already! It was a basic name… I had one job, one job dang it.)
Zoeira’s twin sister is still alive, decided to get rid of her once I’m done making all sims.
Say hello to the mysterious yet gloomy chief of Zoeira’s block, Dove Moon.
I haven’t written anything about her but her gloomy self lives rent free in my head and I love her.
Good day! It’s such a joyous day, today I got started on building the dormitory for the orphans!
I’m smarter than I thought I was. It was a 50 x 40 lot but thanks to the random idea of keeping the blocks as 10 x 8 they were all able to turn out nicely and I got the shapes I wanted and imagined in the end. It was so much fun! Probably the most fun I’ve had building in a while.
Edit: I tried fitting in the four blocks… should I transfer this lot to a 50 by 50 lot?
Since block thirteen is cursed, and the school was renovated I had to think and arrange the blocks in a way it will make block thirteen and those close to it seem more isolated than the rest.
With the number of orphans attending MMHM increasing, the blocks were expanded and moved from downstairs.
The dorm has grown from back then into this.
Obviously this is just the shell build. I will fill in the blank spaces with more room for the academy. I will probably move 5 and four over to make room so I can create a hallway with arches. The left side/ west side of the school… not much will be built in its place. I’m thinking of barring off the area to the west wing with jail bars…
Because of the superstition no one will ever want to go to the west side and will shun the blocks close to block thirteen.
I’m wondering how crazy I should go with the arches….
Also the empty spots you see are for the blocks to hang their laundry… Since some blocks don’t have enough space I’m thinking of making a space for them upstairs.
Okay that’s how far I’ve gotten, I’m going back to work. Happy simming! Sul Sul!
Was that supposed to be lasagna or burnt brownies? She’d rather play it safe with the chips instead.
“Nalani?!”
Taken aback by her sudden appearance, the young woman politely smiled but before she could speak Merida’s mom noticed her.
“Hurry and go get washed up for dinner!”
Merida raised a brow her eyes widening at the untouched dish of what looked like untouched semi-burnt lasagna. Their Dad did most of the cooking in the house for a reason.
Merida looked to Nalani who was quietly eating chips.
Why did she always do things she doesn’t normally do whenever Nalani visits home?
“…Okay?” Merida forced a smile and turned to head upstairs when she bumped into her Dad.
He didn’t see her however but the lasagna on the table.
“What- he began to say but seeing Nalani at the kitchen table he silenced any form of admonishment in his throat.
“Nala.”
Nalani lifted back her head, her eyes curving as she smiled.
“Dada.”
He greeted her by wrapping an arm around her and pressing the side of his face against hers.
Her smile sweetened as she continued to chew.
But his eyes were on his wife. “Honey I forgot to tell you we’re eating out today.”
His wife’s jaw dropped, a flicker of disappointment lived but only for a second as she nodded and smiled.
“You should have told me sooner!”
“I’m sorry.”
Merida breathed out in relief.
“What?”
She ran into her sister in the hall.
“Mom was about to cook…”
Marina didn’t seem upset about being left behind at all. She raised a brow.
“So Nala IS here.”
Merida was grinning from ear to ear as she nodded.
Marina pretended not to care as she trudged towards the stairs but Meri caught her poker face cracking as she made her way hopping up each step.
Nalani Keating, their older half-sister by seven years. She didn’t speak much but her thoughtful gifts compensated, eventually, when the family learned from their Dad her modeling career had taken off the ground, the twins, Merida especially became fans and began to keep an eye out for her work.
For dinner their Father took them to “The Spot”.
An indoor-outdoor restaurant that specialized in barbeque and burgers. It’s main point of attraction was it’s double-sided pool bar; the bar itself was indoors, but the bar stools were outside.
The second point of attraction, of course, was an outdoor pool and a series of tables. Booths with umbrellas neatly placed outside, for seating with it’s comfy ice cream cone-shaped Wiccan chairs. One could sit down and fold in their legs using the sheets left behind in each chair, which is exactly what Nalani did.
The moment she sat down she looked at the menu. Her sisters followed her graceful example, finding the fuzzy blankets warm.
It was “their” spot. “Theirs” as in Nalani and their Dad. The twins had always heard about it from their conversations but they never really knew what the place was up till now.
The dinner was for the most part quiet as the family enjoyed the latin music and watched a couple step out onto the concrete clearing and begin to samba. It was beautiful. Nalani watched with a hand tucked underneath her chin completely enraptured as did their Father, and Merida.
Marina could only stuff her face. Her eyes widened at the blue cheese ranch bacon chicken burger and began to slowly chew to savor its flavor before reaching for fries covered in chives and sour cream.
The crowd whistled and cheered the couple on, and for a moment all eyes seemed to be on them.
That was, until their Mom, Larissa, perhaps not able to wait any longer, cleared her throat and decided to drop the news.
“Girls, Nalani has agreed to take you in for the summer.”
In the beginning, they didn’t hear her over the blaring music and the skill and fiery chemical exchange between the two dancers, people were pulling out their phones and trying to get a shot of the two to share on social media.
“Hello, ladies? Hubby. Stop eating Marina and look at me, are you trying to become a pig?!”
Merida heard nothing, she simply sensed something was off after a while as she finally turned to stare at her Mom who’s lips were tightly pursed.
“What’s the matter, Mom?”
Hearing the words “matter” their Dad finally left his trance, blinking he looked around. “What?”
“So now you’re all ready to listen?”
Their Dad looked at her a bit confused.
“What?”
“Tell them the thing, dear.”
His expression looked blank.
“Huh?”
Her voice hardened. “You know, the THING…Dean, come on!”
Hearing the name “Dean” Nalani looked away from the couple to the table and observed the expressions on everyone’s faces.
Marina was focused on food, Merida was bug eyed, her Father confused, and the Step-Mom looked agitated.
Finally, Larissa looked to her, her gaze pointed.
“Why don’t you tell them?”
Nalani blinked.
Dean finally caught on. Before she could answer he did.
“Ahhh. Nalani’s on break for the summer, do you girls have plans?”
The twins’ gazes became shifty before finally exchanging looks. Larissa seemed to hold a sigh from impatience as she watched him.
The twins finally spoke.
“No.”
“…No.”
“Great! Then you can spend the summer with Nalani. Your Mother and I have other plans, so we won’t be home. Make sure you pack up everything you need before you go.”
“Especially you Merida,” Larissa added. “No one will be home to send you your Mr. Freezy Buns.”
Marina snickered while Merida lowered her head and tried to hide from Nalani’s gaze who was sitting on her left.
However, Nalani wasn’t staring at her at all.
She wasn’t really staring at anything at the moment, just sitting there with her chin propped by her hand. She tended to space out a lot, during that time it was hard to not admire her grey eyes that complimented her reddish-brown skin and burnt orange hair.
After a while, she finally blinked, and quickly scanned her right side as if to make sure everyone was still there to say.
“We’ll be by the beach, so make sure you bring your swimsuits.”
Marina’s face lit up like Christmas while Merida’s rotted like a fruit in fall. Unlike her older twin, she didn’t have curvy hips and a bust to show off.
“I don’t really plan to do anything special, so if you want to go somewhere just let me know.” She fished out her phone from the pocket of her overalls hidden by her blanket shawl and tapped at the screen.
The phones of the twins beeped. They looked at the contents.
“We’ll be going to New Zealand?!”
“You didn’t say you’d be taking them out of the country!” Larissa spoke up.
Nalani raised her eyebrows and blinked at her. “Is… that a problem?” When she spoke to her Father about it on the phone he didn’t seem to care at all.
“Well…”
Larissa nudged Dean who looked indifferent. Larissa bulged out her eyes at him.
“What?”
“The girls have never left the country before. Don’t you think this is a bit… dangerous?”
“He raised a brow, I traveled the world with Nala when she was only four. It’s not that big of a deal, travelling broadens the mind, it’s nice.”
Seeing how care-free he was Larissa let out a huff and closed her eyes as she tried to maintain her composure. “Dear… but these are OUR kids.”
The twins stared.
Nalani reached for her glass of lemonade, her face was tranquil but she downed the glass while pulling out her phone to check the time.
Dean slowly turned to fully stare at Larissa. His voice quieter than before.
“Yes, Reece, they’re all my kids.”
The two hard stared at each other for a bit before Larissa finally pursed her lips and looked to her daughters hopefully.
“Girls, do you want to go?”
The twins’ gazes shifted from the loaded question. Of course, they wanted to go but if they said it they’d be betraying their Mom. It was that kind of feeling.
Dean leaned forward in his seat, his brows furrowing but he would wait for their response before speaking.
Tension hung over the table, but when the girls didn’t speak, the silence was finally broken but not by them.
“…That’s an unfair question.”
“What?”
“Please, don’t involve the kids in your arguments.”
Larissa tucked a wavy strand of blonde hair behind her ear, her gaze narrowing.
“We’re not arguing. I just asked them a question.”
“No. You’re asking them to pick a side. I was also a kid once, I think that makes me an expert here. This sort of situation is like holding your kids at gunpoint. The fact they haven’t answered yet means they’re scared who will get shot.”
“Pffft.” Marina reigned back in her smile under her Mother’s gaze. The shoulders of the twins relaxed slightly.
Larissa closed and opened her eyes, before finally sighing. “Don’t exaggerate. No one’s getting shot.”
“Not physically at least, but emotionally one of you is bound to take it personally.” Nalani looked to Dean. “I’m an outsider after all, so it might not even be my place to comment on this.”
Dean frowned at her but before he could say anything Larissa cut in.
“I did NOT mean it like that.”
Nalani stretched, obviously unconvinced. “Well, I will be going to New Zealand, whether it be alone or with the girls that is up for you all to decide.” Nalani looked to the girls. “What do you two want to do for the summer?”
“They’re going to New Zealand.” Dean said.
Larissa opened her mouth.
“They’re not children anymore, we didn’t raise them so loosely that they’d do anything we need to worry about.”
“Teenagers are teenagers, and that is beside the point. It’s a dangerous world out there!”
“This island is just as dangerous.”
“But out there anything can go wrong and we won’t be able to reach them!”
“We’ll be out of the country as well so even if something were to happen we wouldn’t be able to reach them in time regardless.”
Larissa huffed. Nothing she said seemed to be getting through!
Dean nodded in Nalani’s direction.
“That is why we’re leaving them with Nala. Remember?”
“…”
“Or we could just cancel our trip and look after the girls ourselves.”
Having laid that out on the table everyone began to squirm uncomfortably. Marina felt slightly irritable, they acted as if they were still babies. Merida was feeling slightly disappointed, if she went to New Zealand she’d be able to make an interesting video for her assignment, beach aside it’s still a good experience but…
Larissa turned in her seat and stared at her plate. She closed her eyes.
“I need you to take this seriously.”
Dean’s voice was calm. “I am.”
“No, you’re not! Not everyone wants to raise their children as freely as you do! We have all been teens we don’t always do what our parents say!”
“Yeah, but I’ve never done anything that would get me into any kind of danger, I know you’ve had your own experience, but…” He wanted to say something but instead, he left his sentence unfinished.
“. . .” Larissa stared at him hard.
“Wait,” Nalani held up a hand, seeming to have had an epiphany. “If you don’t trust me to look after them then why am I here?”
“What? That’s beside the point.”
“No it’s not, clearly you take me for decoration here. What your saying is not only that you can’t trust your own children but you can’t trust me either, since I’ve been raised so freely.”
“What I’m saying is I just want them in the country, why can’t you just vacation in the country?”
“Because.” Nalani leaned back in her chair, a glint of defiance shimmering in her hazel grey eyes. “I don’t want to. I’ve planned this for a while and I’ve already booked the plane tickets.”
Merida recalling that she also blew the money she saved over the years on tickets for a play knitted her brows listening.
Larissa stood up from her seat and began to point at her. “You, you, you! It’s all about you, you are SO selfish!”
Nalani folded her arms. “Why do I have to change my plans for you?”
“Because they are YOUR sisters, you have a responsibility to help out!”
Nalani raised a brow. “Since when? Also, what does them being my sisters have to do with changing MY plans for YOU?”
Not understanding Larissa just blinked, her expression souring.
Nalani propped up her chin with her hand once more. “You’re the only person here who has a problem. Merida barely leaves the house and Marina always comes home after hanging out with her friends. If Dad can trust them, why can’t you?”
“Don’t you know your Dad? Men… they’re oblivious to things like this! The girls can be a handful…”
Question signs hung over the heads of the twins. Handful?
Merida could see Marina’s mood swings could be annoying to deal with but she wasn’t always like that.
Marina tried to think about it but all she remembered was her Mother inviting over her friends to talk and eating Meri’s pastries, there was an instance where they said she thought she was a boy when she walked in, and criticized her boyish way of dress, before proceeding to ask if she was a lesbian. Her Mother sat through the whole thing not saying much until Marina talked back, only she was reprimanded. Ever since then she couldn’t help giving her Mom some sass every now and then. But she was talking about both of them, Merida baked whenever she came home. Did Meri give them a hard time? That couldn’t be she was always in her Meri room doing… Meri stuff.
The girls loved their Mom and they didn’t want to make her feel bad, but the comment made them feel bad. They felt wronged.
“A handful? How is it a handful when Dad does all the cooking, the cleaning, and I know I haven’t seen everything but whenever I visited I’ve seen the girls do their own laundry, make their own food, they clean up after themselves too! Is there anything you even do around the house?”
Larissa looked to Dean who rubbed his forehead, averting her gaze. The truth had been outed long ago, and it didn’t actually take anyone saying anything for Nalani to realize it. He sighed. “That’s enough Nala.”
“In terms of self-sufficiency, temperament I’d say they completely take after Dad.”
“Nala!” Dean warned. “That’s enough.”
Larissa’s lips were tight. “Well, you’re not being discreet with your dislike at all now are you?”
“You’ve been blessed with my Dad and good kids…” Nalani shrugged. “You’ve had an easy life so what are you so uneasy about?”
Larissa opened her mouth, Dean stood.
“We’re done.” And then a little firmer, looking at them both. “We’re DONE here.”
Dean lifted a hand.
A gesture that was long overdue. He called for the check.
PB CONVENIENCE 