My Mother-in-Law Brought 38 Friends to My Restaurant and Ordered $23,289 of Food—She Stopped Smiling When I Put the Folder Beside Her Bill
After dinner, Eleanor asked if she could speak to me.
“I owe you an apology too.”
“For what?”
“I laughed.”
I remembered.
At the comment about me being simple.
“At the time, I thought Beatrice’s version of your family was true.”
“That Lucas financed Lumina?”