“The package includes everyone at the table.”

“We need this picture to be entirely about Derek,” Eleanor said, her fingers tightening slightly on my collar.

“It needs to look like he’s the only achiever in this family for his venture presentation.”

Arthur looked down at his leather dress shoes and cleared his throat again.

I stayed in my seat while the camera flash lit up the dark wood wall twice.

The waiter stepped back, nodded politely, and walked toward the kitchen.