Throughout the meal, Sabrina was so engrossed that she failed to notice the hot oil that burned her hand.

"Sabrina! Your hand!" In haste, Bettie grabbed a stack of napkins, mopping up the hot oil from Sabrina's hand.

A harsh red mark marred the back of her hand.

"Does it hurt? Are you alright? Should we go to the hospital? Sabrina?"

Shaking her head with a tender smile, Sabrina reassured, "I'm fine. I'll just use some cream once we're back."