chapter 13

… Eva pov…

I could feel my frustration bubbling up as I watched Nate's aunt laugh at my expense. I knew I wasn't the best cook, but her condescending attitude was getting on my nerves.

“What's the problem?” Nate asked, looking between me and his aunt.

I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. “Nothing's wrong,” I said with a forced smile. “I just wanted to show off my cooking skills.”

His aunt snorted. “Cooking skills? You can barely make bacon and eggs. It is not bad though, but even twelve year old Nate could have made this.” She said and laughed more.

I gritted my teeth. “Fine. What do you want me to cook then?”

Nate looked at me with a mix of confusion and concern. “Eva, you don't have to-”

“No, it's fine,” I interrupted, my determination growing. “I'll cook anything she wants.”

His aunt smirked. “Alright then. Let's see how you do with a simple pasta dish. And don't embarrass yourself too much.”

I rolled my eyes but didn't say anything. Instead, I turned on my heel and ma