“Your check.”
He cleared his throat. “I was going to.”
“When?”
“I didn’t want to spoil Dad’s night.”
“So you chose to let me down again. You let everyone walk all over me.”
Chris leaned closer. “Just cover it tonight. We’ll work it out at home.”
“We already tried that.”
“I was going to.”
“You’re humiliating me.”
“Were you humiliated when Serena called me a credit card?”
He looked away.
“Were you humiliated when you took our anniversary money?”
“Natalie, please.”
“Or did it only become humiliating when you had to answer for it?”
He looked away.
Serena shoved the folder toward the middle of the table.
“I wouldn’t have ordered all that if I’d known.”
“That’s the point,” I said. “You ordered it because you thought the money was mine.”
“You set us up. I can’t afford this.”
“Neither could I. I just kept covering it.”
“That’s the point.”
One relative asked the waiter to remove an unopened bottle. Another canceled dessert.
Henry reached for his wallet.
“I’ll pay for myself and your mother.”
“Your meals are my gift, Henry,” I said.
He paused. “Because you want them to be, Nat?”
The question caught in my chest.
“Yes.”
“I’ll pay for myself.”
“Then thank you, darling.”
Tarryn looked at me. “I thought you and Chris had offered.”
“I did at first. Then everyone stopped asking.”
“We should’ve noticed,” she said.
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