Still performing.
I walked straight to her table.
And placed the invoice beside her glass.
“Since you practically own the place, I’m sure you won’t mind paying what you owe.”
Silence fell.
Real silence.
“Oh, sweetie, we’ll handle this privately.”
“We can handle it now.”
“Claire.”
“There’s no confusion. You booked two private events. You haven’t paid for either.”
“You’re embarrassing me.”
“You embarrassed yourself.”
“It was a joke.”
“Was it?”
“We’re family.”
“Family doesn’t mean free.”
Guests shifted in their seats.
