“Sophia Miller, are you insane? When did I order that wine?”
“You didn’t. I did.”
I looked at her leisurely.
“I opened it specially to treat my ‘best’ friend. Any problem with that?”
“You!” Rachel trembled with rage. “This is extortion!”
“Right back at you.”
I mimicked her earlier pose, wagging my finger with elegance.
“Compared to your half-million ‘consulting fee,’ this dinner is clearly priced and perfectly fair.”
“Otherwise, feel free to call the police.”
Eric’s expression darkened.
“Sophia, stop this nonsense. Cancel the bill.”
“Rachel came to support you today. How could you treat her like this?”
I looked at him and suddenly found it laughable.
From the moment we started dating, he had always known Rachel was my best friend.
But he didn’t know what Rachel had done to me in the past.
And he had no idea what this restaurant meant to me.
“Eric, get it straight. I’m not the one making a scene right now.”
“It’s your dear Rachel who’s trying to squeeze money out of me.”
My expression hardened.
“Do you think my money is that easy to take?”
The tension grew thick. Other diners in the restaurant had noticed the conflict and were casting curious glances our way.