Dinner was served not long after the great potato chip betrayal, and Mirianne made sure that both Ethan and Vanessa paid the price for their crimes.
Ethan watched as she set down their plates with a very deliberate clink — small, nearly empty dishes with barely enough food to qualify as a meal.
"That's it?" Vanessa asked, glaring at her plate as if it had personally offended her.
Mirianne lifted a brow. "That's what you get. You already ate your share of dinner before dinner even started."
Vanessa crossed her arms, pouting like a child. "But I'm still hungry."
"And whose fault is that?" Mirianne jabbed a fork in her direction threateningly. "You? Are NOT getting seconds."
"You're a tyrant," Vanessa grumbled, stabbing at the measly portion on her plate.
Ethan, meanwhile, simply accepted his punishment with a sigh.
He should've seen this coming the moment he ate that first chip. At least the food, as small as it was, tasted good.
