They sighed and assured her they would make it up to her later.
Laura's face was full of anger. As I stuffed her jewelry into my suitcase, she glared at me with hatred and whispered, "You won't be smug for long."
I curled my lips slightly. She didn’t know the one who wouldn't be smug for long was her.
Anyone who harbored ill intentions towards me ended up either sick or bankrupt. I wondered if her frail body could handle what was coming.
At dinner, Laura continued her clumsy trick by having the maid prepare a table full of foreign food.
She ate with elegant knife-and-fork skills, probably thinking that I, a bumpkin, would embarrass myself in front of our parents, making them dislike me even more.
Unfortunately, I was in the countryside just to gather inspiration for my paintings. I had had this kind of foreign food so often abroad that I was sick of it.
I picked up the knife and fork and ate as usual.
Laura, likely frustrated that her plan hadn't worked, clung to our parents, bringing up her birthday party and showing off how close she was to them.