As soon as those words landed, whispers broke out around the room. Lisa shot me a cold glare.
"What are you still standing there for? Get to the kitchen."
I crossed my arms and smiled at her, all relaxed.
"Lisa, isn’t that what the maid’s for? You asking me to cook now—is that because you see me as a servant, or are you just trying to mess with me?"
Lisa looked stunned for a second, clearly not expecting me to talk back. Her face quickly darkened. "What nonsense are you spouting? I just wanted to see what you could do. How’s that messing with you or treating you like a servant?"
Matthew sized me up with a disbelieving look, then his face hardened.
"You’ve only been married a year and you’re already talking back to my mom? What’s next—you planning to walk all over her in
