"Hurry up and order delivery. I'm starving." She popped a cherry into her mouth. "And order plenty—I invited my friends over. Five of them, and they all have big appetites. Don't be stingy and embarrass us."
"Your friends are coming to my apartment?"
"Yeah, and it's my home too. What's wrong with inviting my friends over?"
I was absolutely livid.
"Excuse me? You're inviting people over without even asking me? This is my home. You're just my roommate. Don't act like you actually live here!"
Sabina shot to her feet. "How is this not my home? I'm their goddaughter now—this is my home!"
"Godfather and Godmother told me to treat this place as my own. They adore me. You're the only one who treats me like an outsider!"
"Sabina, can you seriously not tell the difference between politeness and an actual invitation?"
"Whatever, I'm done arguing. My friends will be here any minute. If you don't want to be around, you can leave."
"This is my apartment—why should I leave?!"
A knock sounded at the door. Sabina immediately went to answer it.
"Finally! I was just about to order food. What do you guys want?"
"I want steak!"
"I want Japanese!"
Five girls poured in—some classmates from other departments, others people she'd met through her part-time jobs.
Sabina grabbed my phone and started scrolling through the delivery app.
"Sabina, that's my phone!"
"I know, I know." She waved dismissively. "Oh, come on, little sis. Your big sister's friends are here—shouldn't you be a good hostess and treat them to something nice?"
I thrust out my hand. "They're your friends. Entertain them yourself. Give me back my phone!"
"It's not going to cost you much. Don't be so stingy."
With my injured leg, I couldn't exactly wrestle the phone away from her.
Sabina tapped away on my phone for what felt like forever, then tossed it back to me.
"Thanks, sis."
I looked at the screen and nearly choked. She'd spent three thousand eight hundred dollars.
"How do you even know my payment password? And spending my money without permission—that's theft!"
"God, do you have to be so dramatic? We're family now. What's the big deal if I spend a little of your money? Besides, Godfather and Godmother didn't give me a red envelope when I joined the family. Consider this you making up for it."
"Joined the family? Did my parents actually agree to that? You're the one who kept calling them that—Mom corrected you multiple times!"