Knowing What Love Is (COMPLETED ENGLISH VERSION) #RymSeries

Storm 9

Kitchen

"Mom, there are so many ingredients!" my sister complained.

"Don't worry, Courtney dear, it's just right for us," Mother reassured her.

"It's for dinner, right?" my sister clarified.

"Yes, exactly. That's why I want you to make Tia Maria Cream for the berries," Aunt instructed her. "And also, prepare the berries."

"Why do I have to do it?" She grumbled, a slight pout forming on her lips.

"As for you, baby, I'd like you to make a Fresh Raspberry Coupe, Chocolate Éclairs, and Caramel Coated Cream Puffs," Aunt smiled.

"Why do you smile when it's about the Snob Bitch!?" My sister grumbled in irritation.

"That's not fair! You give me a glare and a smirk when I'm here in the kitchen," she complained.

"Because you dislike baking and cooking, while my baby is good at both. You aren't," Aunt retorted.

"Well, I dislike sweets!"

"Your mom is right there. Ask her to smile for you; she'll fulfill your wish," Aunt said sarcastically.

"Aunt, do you really dislike Mom?" my sister inquired.

"That's because I don't like her. I don't like your mother. I don't like her as a mother, and she knows that," Aunt replied candidly.

"Come here, dear. Leave your aunt and sister alone. Help me over here," Mother intervened.

"I'm working on the Tia Maria Cream," she defended herself.

"Then complete it."

"Ugh!" She exclaimed in frustration and threw a handful of flour at my face.

What was her problem with such an attitude?

"Oh my gosh," she gasped, feigning surprise.

"I mean it," she told me.

Annoyed, I retaliated by tossing a handful of flour at her face, but this time it was the entire bowl. "I hate you!" She shouted in annoyance.

"Your fault," I cheekily responded, causing her to pout.

"Storm," our mother warned in a scolding tone, making me shift my gaze to her.

"Next time, don't do that to your sister, Storm."

"I hate you," my sister muttered.

"Same to you."

"That's enough, Courtney. Leave your sister alone, you brat," Aunt said while concentrating on stirring the sauce she was preparing.

"Why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you. You're just irritating me."

"Courtney, could you pass me the pan?" I overheard Mother asking my sister.

4:03 PM:

"Go change into formal dresses now. Your grandparents are on their way," Mother instructed as she gently nudged my sister and me out of the kitchen.

As we exited the kitchen, I surveyed my sister, who looked rather disheveled, and myself, who appeared quite messy.

"What's wrong with Grandpa? We have maids and our chef. Now we look like a mess. They should be the ones cooking, and---"

"Shut up," I cut her off.

"I hate you! Why do you always interrupt me when I'm talking?" She snapped in frustration.

Despite my inclination to point out that she should stop relying on our maids and chef, I chose to remain silent.

"I'm going to take a shower," I said before heading off.

"Snob Bitch!"

"I'm not a female dog," I retorted.

"Are you implying that I'm a female dog!?" She shrieked.

"Did I mention a name?" I replied.

"Ugh! You snob!" She shouted indignantly.

"I'm not a snob. Snobbery is repelling inferiors and fawning upon superiors."

"What are you even saying?" She hissed.

"What's your IQ?" I scoffed.

"How dare you say that!? You've already turned into a Snob Bitch, Storm."

"I haven't, Courtney. Yes, I've changed, but not solely into a Snob Bitch. It's about adjusting your attitude and communication to reflect refinement and class."

"You should be grateful; I applied all our lessons in my daily life. Remember? You were the one who insisted on it."

She was the one who taught me to be like this. Now she needed to face the consequences, as I was already dealing with them.