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

and status. Is that who you want to be?”

She shook her head, tears spilling over.

“Then don’t be,” I said gently. “You have a choice. We always have a choice about what kind of people we become.”

Mark reached for Emma’s hand. “Mom’s right,” he said quietly. “I love you, Emma, but tonight… tonight wasn’t okay.”

Richard cleared his throat. “I think we all continue reading …