Ariane

Elsa was cooking when her mother showed up at the door. She knew she was about to get an earful again but she didn't want to disrespect her mother.

“Good morning, mom,” Elsa greeted without sparing her mother a glance.

“That's it?” Mrs Larry scoffed. Elsa willed herself not to look. “You won't even spare your mother a glance.”

When Elsa didn't reply, she walked towards her, scoffing at everything in her way.

“I can't even blame you for not welcoming me, seeing the lack of… furniture,” she said with disdain, grimacing at everything in her way.

Elsa continued to ignore her.

“You're not even going to welcome your mother? Where are your manners, young woman?”

“Make yourself comfortable, mother, although I doubt the hay might be up to your standard,” Elsa said sarcastically.

Mrs Larry rolled her eyes. “Where is Ray? I don't see him anywhere and what are you making?”

“He went to work, Mom. I'm making sauce as you can see.”

Mrs Larry looked into the pot. This time Elsa looked at her,

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