A Taste of Jealousy

Stella

I’m in the kitchen organizing my thoughts, sketching out a mental roadmap for tonight’s three-course extravaganza as I mumble under my breath.

“Sauvignon Blanc with the salmon… Hmm… Maybe I should prepare cappuccinos with the torte for dessert…”

Just then, the door swings open, and in walks Vance, bags of groceries in hand. Monica, his ever-present secretary, trails closely behind him.