I Went to a Restaurant…
“I… uhh…” I stammered. “We haven’t really discussed those details yet.”
“Oh, you’ll need to learn quickly dear,” Isabella intervened. “Our Richie is very particular. He needs dinner by exactly 6 p.m. every day, and don’t even think about serving him vegetables. He won’t touch them.”
Okay, I didn’t sign up for this, I thought. What was going on? Why was Richard not saying anything to his parents? Why was he letting them treat him like a baby?
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At that point, the waiter arrived with the food, momentarily saving me from having to respond. As we ate, Richard’s parents continued to fuss over him.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw Isabella cut the steak for him, while Daniel kept reminding him to use his napkin. I was stunned.
As expected, my appetite had vanished, so I just sat there, picking at my pasta. I kept thinking why I didn’t see this coming. Why had Richard been so reluctant to visit his parents’ place with me when we were dating?
All his excuses started to make sense to me now.
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As the meal drew to a close, I heaved a sigh of relief thinking the worst was behind us. Not yet… the nightmare dinner had just reached its climax.
When the waiter brought the bill, Isabella snatched it up before anyone else could see it. Honestly, I thought she did that because she didn’t want me to pay out of courtesy, but what she said next made me stare at her with wide eyes.
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“Well, dear, I think it’s only fair we split this 50/50, don’t you?” she smiled at me. “After all, we’re family now.”
They had ordered hundreds of dollars worth of food and wine, while I’d had a $20 pasta dish. And now they expected me to pay half? No way!
Feeling flabbergasted, I looked at Richard, silently pleading with him to say something. I expected him to stand up for me and tell his mother how ridiculous she sounded. But that man just sat there, avoiding my gaze.
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In that moment, everything became crystal clear. This wasn’t just about an expensive dinner. This was my future if I married Richard. I’d be marrying his parents too.
So, I took a deep breath and stood up.
“Actually,” I began in a steady voice, “I think I’ll just pay for my own meal.”
As Richard and his parents looked at me, I pulled out my wallet and placed enough cash on the table to cover my pasta and a generous tip.
