Arabella Vanderbilt felt her scalp tingling under the intense gaze and couldn't help but look up at her.
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
Isabella Harrison raised an eyebrow, the smile on her face unwavering as she pointed at the plate of braised pork.
"Didn't you used to love braised pork? Go ahead, eat!"
Arabella glanced down at the braised pork in front of her and turned her body slightly.
"I'm not used to eating such greasy food anymore."
"Hmm?"
Arabella added, "Joel Russo has very light tastes. Eating with him all the time, I've gotten used to it."
Isabella pursed her lips immediately. "You're incredible, I swear. Changing a taste you've had your whole life just like that?"
"It's changed, just like that."
Who can predict these things, anyway?
Isabella frowned slightly and suddenly pointed at a plate of vinegar-soaked shredded potatoes.
"I think there's too much vinegar in the potatoes. Try it and let me know?"
