Elena.

I glared irritably at the bright orange tablecloth draped over the dining table. The plates were already set, the glasses were filled with ice, but we were still waiting on the damn food.

"How much longer are we going to have to wait?" I groaned, watching the chaotic bustle of the kitchen. I had been strictly banned from stepping anywhere near the cooking, given that my hands had a habit of developing an 'itch' to filch delicious treats before they were served.

"Patience is a virtue," my mother called out from across the kitchen. I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt.

"Whatever, I just want to know when...