###Chapter 37

Chapter 37 Evening.. Anthonia POV "How's America Diya?" Mother asked as I and the other wives served at the table. "Very great Mother." Diya replied with a chuckle. I smrinked placing a particular flat bread on Diya plate and I headed to serve the others. She began to eat from her bread only to pull on a crumpled look. "What is this?" She groaned and I chuckled silently. "What is it Diya? It's flat bread... you know it." Janvi said. "Yeah... I know but.... it's...ugh!." Diya groaned. "Well then, let me taste it...." I suddenly spoke up and I headed to her taking it as I bit from it. Salty... "Mmh... tastes good..." I acted up forcing myself to swallow and Diya arched a brow at me. "Go check your taste buds sweetheart.." I grinned. "I know what am saying..." She snapped. "You must be mistaken Diya. There is nothing wrong with the bread." Granny chipped in and Diya went mute as she practically glared at Mr beneath her lashes. I winked at he