a scene,” she whispered. “You wouldn’t want to embarrass your brother in a place like this.”

Something inside me settled then.

Not anger.

Clarity.

“You’re right,” I said. “This place deserves respect.”

She smiled, thinking she had won.

“Exactly.”

I smiled back. “That’s why I’m asking you not to speak like that again—to staff, guests, or anyone you think is continue reading …

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