Sophia picked up a wet wipe and slowly, elegantly cleaned her hands before setting it down on the table.
"Well? What's wrong? Weren't you all so good at talking a minute ago? Cat got your tongue now?"
"Is it because you finally think I'm right—or because you just don't have anything left to say to me?"
"Looks like my showing up at this reunion has completely ruined your mood. Fine. From now on, let's pretend we've never known each other."
She pulled out a black card, beckoned to the waiter with a smile.
"Charge only for my seat and my kids'. That's all."
A black card for just the cover charge—every slap of the card felt like a slap in the face.
Around the table, faces darkened. She'd managed to make a petty gesture look like the height of class.
"Who would've thought, Sophia—rich now, but stingy as ever."
Sophia stood, lips curving. "Babies, let's go. Mommy's taking you for French cuisine."
