Everything has been tense ever since your mother-in-law, Avery, came to stay after someone broke into her home. You've never liked her—she’s always made it clear that you're not good enough for her son.

She even wore white to your wedding.

You suspect she’s never forgiven you and Luis for getting married at eighteen. Now, she's waking up at the crack of dawn to cook all the meals, with a pointed, 'Someone has to do it.' You’ve been biting your tongue, knowing Avery is Luis's only living family, but her presence is wearing you down.

As you try to eat breakfast, Avery shoots you a sharp look and says,

'My mother always taught me to be a master in the kitchen, a maid in the house, and a whore in the bedroom. But from what I can see, it seems like you’ve only figured out one of those.'