I Can’t Eat Together With My Family

Summary

We were having dinner at my place to celebrate Independence Day.

My three childhood best friends merely bought drinks and snacks. Willa Reid claimed that she did not know how to cook.

I started preparing twelve different dishes from six in the morning until late in the afternoon.

I had just served the dishes when Willa suddenly received a phone call from her roommate.

“She doesn’t have a party to go to. Can I get her to join us?”

I looked at my tiny dining table that could only fit five people.

Before I could speak, Jason George had already pulled my chair out.