The Meal Before Everything
That night, I bled out and died.
Haunted by the agony of my previous life, I pushed down the fury and put on a grin.
"Janet, go ahead and cook your signature dish! That'll up your chances to be the rich dude's wife."
Our mother, Fiona Walker, seemed unsure.
"I've heard that Indoria folks don't do beef. Christina, you're the brainy one in the family, what's your take?"
Before I could answer, Janet shot me a death glare.
"Indoria's a beef-exporting powerhouse! There's no way they don't eat it. I saw a bunch of cows at the rich guy's place. They're definitely for chowing down! Don't bother Christina with that stuff. Remember, she's my rival now."