Chapter 8 - COOKING FOR THE QUEEN
Friday night arrived, and true to form, my mother-in-law arrived early, marching straight into the kitchen while wearing an expensive designer blouse and immaculate black trousers. She immediately began inspecting my counters, rearranging spice jars, and tossing vegetable peels directly onto the floor instead of the nearby trash can, muttering that my kitchen organization was subpar. I didn't say a single word; I simply smiled, plated the elaborate meal I had spent hours preparing, and served it to our family at the dining table.
