Lasagna

"So you two don’t talk now?"

"Nope, and I don’t plan on it until I get an apology."

"An apology? But you two seemed just fine this morning."

Hailie sighed. "That was before she decided to betray me."

Her father raised his eyebrow. "I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding." He paused. "Or you're just being dramatic like always."

"I'm not! Why do you people keep saying that!"

"Because we know you, honey."

Hailie rolled her eyes and shook her head dismissively. She wasn’t dramatic. She just didn’t want to be the first one to start a conversation. She knew she went too far today, but she was always on edge these days. Every year.

"Are you planning on putting those plates down so we can eat, or do you want to hold onto them like a shelf?" Mr Ardito said, amused.

"Oh, I'm sorry big chef. Here, let's eat the delicious food you managed not to burn." Hailie shot back sarcastically, setting the table for two of them.