He Asked Me To Dress “Appropriately” For Dinner—Without Knowing Who I Was

with a slight bow. Richard barely glanced at it before ordering a bottle that I knew cost more than four figures. When the sommelier turned to me with the tasting pour, Richard waved him off.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” he said dismissively. “My guest may not be familiar with this particular vintage.”

I smiled and said nothing, though I could have told him continue reading …