Kiara pov

"You probably already know why I called you here,"

Anna asked me as she crossed her legs on the dining table, the table that I was setting so that my husband could have his breakfast.

I looked at her unable to hide my distaste and she caught on to my expression quickly.

"Are you glaring at me?"

She demanded to know slamming her open palm on the table and propelling herself up to her feet.

I was backing away from the eggs that I was supposed to be cracking for an omelet.

I mumbled that I wasn't glaring at her which was just basically me lying right through...