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

I said:

“No.”

Gavin relaxed.

Then I continued:

“Don’t turn them away.”

His eyebrows rose.

“What?”

“Take care of them.”

“All thirty-nine?”

“All thirty-nine.”

He stared at me.

“Camilla, you know what she does.”

I did.

For years, Beatrice had walked into Lumina without reservations.