Cooking Lessons

At exactly three thirty pm in the afternoon, Anna walked into the cooking class hall. Her eyes trailed around the room of prestigious elite women, searching for a particular brown-haired woman. Well, her mother-in-law had decided to dye her hair brown so it would look a bit similar to her.

As she walked deeper into the hall, she noticed the eyes of some women turn to her, their gaze judgy. Mrs Riordan had texted her the location of the place a while ago, expressing her excitement for their cooking lessons. She didn’t want to disappoint the woman so she had no choice but to show up. It was a way of getting the incidents that happened the previous day out of her head. Spending time with her jovial mother-in-law would do the job.

Just like Mrs. Riordan had told her, the elite women weren’t really there for cooking lessons, they were attending the cooking class to gossip about other people and pass information like women usually do. She knew it was right when they began murmuring about