“That’s where you’re wrong. These eggs are mine.” Dahlia pulled the eggs back.

“It’s been three years, but I’ve yet to fall out of love with Dustin’s cooking. Besides, he knows I love deviled eggs.”

“Ms. Nicholson, stop thinking so highly of yourself. What’s in the past is just that–the past. These eggs belong to me now.” Natasha didn’t back down. She dragged the eggs to herself again.