There Was No Seat for Me at the Luxury Restaurant. By Dessert, They Regretted It

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“Yes,” I said. “I think I do.”

“Okay,” he said, as if something had just been settled. He reached for his phone. “Then let’s fix this.”

What followed was swift enough to feel slightly impossible. A phone call — Bridget, family emergency, ten minutes, bring the garment bag and the good makeup — and then James closing the folder in front of him continue reading …