Welcome Party

‘Can you believe her, Callie? She acts like she’s the queen of this place just because she comes from a wealthy background. The way she looks down on everyone is infuriating,’ Wendy grumbled, rolling her eyes. Then she let out a sigh. ‘She and you may share the same last name, but the two of you couldn’t be more different.’ Callie was busy battling with a piece of roast beef, too preoccupied to reply. The beef was overcooked, with no hint of pink in the centre, and lacked the juicy tenderness characteristic of a well-cooked roast beef. The meat was dry and tough, with a leathery texture that made it difficult to chew. Callie had often prided herself on her ability to survive in any environment, but as she struggled to swallow, she was starting to look forward to a weekend trip to Sandsville, where she could at least enjoy some normal food. Wendy was frowning, still concerned about the next six months they would have to work alongside Angelia. ‘I don’t know how I’m going to handle her.