"Let's go, Abi!" Camila held onto my mother's hand and escorted her towards the workplace in the kitchen. "Let's leave this pervert behind and continue on with our cooking."
"Y-Yes, Camila!...I'm coming!" My mother gave me one last look before hurrying to Camila's side, afraid that she would be caught by me and dragged away if she stayed beside me for too long.
I simply smiled at the sight of the two ladies working in the kitchen and found it laughable how I was treated like Enemy Number One in my own household.
Camila also seemed to be acting a bit cold towards me right now, but I'm sure that she's still trying to appeal herself to my mother at the moment and doesn't want to give me too much attention for now, since it would be a bit too much for even her to be all lovey-dovey with me in front of my mother when she just joined the family.
