The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Corinne shook her head. “Of course I’ll forgive you, Miss Phoebe. But I just think you, as an elder, shouldn’t have to atone for
anything to me, a junior. In fact, it’ll be very insensible of me to accept your atonement.”
Phoebe’s lips twitched slightly as she mentally cursed Corinne for being a fake b*tch, but she quickly squeezed out a warm smile
and said, “Oh alright, I take back what I said. Just think of this juice as me wanting to give you a little treat. How’s that?”
To that, Corinne raised her glass. “Sure! Don’t mind if I do, then.”
Phoebe nodded. “Go ahead! Give it a try, and let me know what you think.”
Corinne slowly put the glass to her lips, making Phoebe wish she would just hurry when all of a sudden, Corinne paused. She
then turned to look at Anya with a raise of her eyebrow.
“Before I drink this juice, I would like to thank Miss Anya properly,” she said with a polite smile.
Anya was just like her mother, too excited for Corinne to drink the juice, so she was understandably stunned when Corinne
mentioned her name.
“Umm, what do you have to thank me for, Corinne?” she asked, chuckling drily.
Phoebe was just as confused as Anya. She frowned impatiently and wondered, ‘Why won’t this b*tch just drink the d*mn juice?”
Everyone else at the dinner table waited respectfully for Corinne to say what she had to say, while Lucas turned to look at
Corinne with confusion.
Being Anya and Corinne’s brother, he had witnessed the grudges his two sisters held toward each other. He would be happy if
Corinne was willing to forgive him and Anya, but he could not figure out why she would want to suddenly thank Anya.
Under everyone’s watchful gaze, Corinne said sincerely, “Thank you, Miss Anya, for patiently showing me around this wonderful
house of your family. You were so kind to take time out of your busy schedule and even leave your kid for the nanny to take care
of, just so you can show me each of the rooms here.”
Corinne’s words sounded like a sarcastic jab to Anya, leaving her to wonder whether or not she should smile. ‘She’s definitely
implying I don’t look after my kid even though I have so much time on my hands. D*mn you and your sneaky attacks, Corinne!’
However, Anya had a few tricks up her sleeve as well. She beamed happily and said, “Oh, you’re too kind, Corinne. You are
Grandpa’s savior! Not to mention you came all the way here, so I’m just doing what any good hostess would’ve done.”

Corinne nodded, smiled, and raised her glass. “Miss Anya, I raise this glass to you. Thank you your hospitality!”
for Anya was not about to be overshadowed by her. She stood up, picked up her wine glass, and raised it to Corinne too.
“No, I should be the one raising my glass to you. Thank you for saving my Grandpa’s life.”
She then downed the whole glass as a show of her ‘sincerity’, and also for Corinne to quickly
drink her pomegranate juice too.