My Mother-in-Law Brought 38 Guests to My Restaurant, Ordered the Most Expensive Menu, and Announced She Was Paying — Then She Started Bragging About My Husband’s New Girlfriend

Then thirty-eight women walked in behind her.

They had expensive handbags, strong perfume, and the kind of confidence you only have when you’re completely certain someone else is going to pay.

Declan, my manager, appeared beside me almost immediately.

“Juliet, they don’t have a reservation. We’re completely booked. Want me to turn them away?”

By then, Constance had already taken a Reserved sign off one of my larger tables.

“No,” I said.

Declan looked at me.