When I Refused to Pay for Dinner, My Husband Threw Wine in My Face. He Never Expected What I Did Next.
Holloway arrived.”
I looked up in surprise.
“Before I arrived?”
Gregory nodded.
“Our records show that the premium wine, the extra seafood platter, and two bottles intended for takeaway were ordered by your table twenty minutes before your arrival.”
Gertrude stiffened in her chair.
“That’s ridiculous.”
“The orders are timestamped, madam,” Gregory responded calmly.