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
He encouraged it.
But I owned Lumina.
Why did I keep comping her?
Because saying no felt mean.
Because I had been raised to believe generosity proved success.
Because I wanted Lucas to think I respected his mother.
Because every unpaid lunch seemed cheaper than another marital fight.
One dinner became ten.