Snippet #2531851

Cristy slipped into the kitchen. She wore a light pink shirt, ruffled in the front, with jeans that fit her like a second skin. Her hair was tied up and she had done something to her eyes, something that made them even bigger. She could not have looked more different from Thalia. It was wonderful.
"Hey!" I smiled, as I took off the stupid apron I had on to protect my shirt. "How are you?"
"I'm good. The front door was open." She said, apologetically, as if she did something wrong. She took in Thalia and James, her eyes widening slightly. "Oh. Hi Thalia." Her eyes met mine. In them questions burned.
"Thalia is gate crashing." I said with a grimace. Cristy smiled nervously at my step sister before setting her bag down and coming to my side. "I'm sure it'll be fun. Let me help." She took the wooden spoon from my hand. "Oh. You have a bit of.." She rubbed a thumb across my cheek. She showed it to me. It was red, like Thalia's lips.
"My sister kissed my cheek as a sign of a truce." I sighed. "I'm still not sharing the food with her." I turned off the heat under the sauce. "There, done. Sit yourself down, and allow me to serve you."
"There's enough food for us all." She murmured, ignoring me.
"But not enough wine. There's a great restaurant down the street. They'll be fine there."