"Sister, which flavor scones are we making?" Aurelia asked cheerfully as the maids arranged the ingredients on the table.
"We will make fruit scones and ice cream scones." she replied as she picked up flour and baking powder and started sieving it.
"We all love fruit sconces. Do not make ice cream scones. They melt easily and then do not taste good." Ana smacked her lips into a thin line and did not reply even when Aurelia kept staring at her.
"Why are you looking at me? Did you not say that you want to learn how to make scones? Go and cut the butter. You are going to knead the dough for the second batch." Aurlia flinched at her cold voice.
Her sister had become scared after getting married.
"Gosh! Why are you shouting at me? If you have a lover's quarrel with your husband, go and solve it. Why are you dragging all of us in it." She shook her head but still went to pick up the bowl and started copying her sister's actions.
