Lucas, my husband, had never invested a single dollar of his own money into this business. Yet Beatrice always spun a completely different narrative to everyone she met.
“My son set her up in business, you know,” she would boast proudly to her social circle. “Camilla just handles the cooking.”
For years, she would walk in without a reservation, order prime cuts of steak, fresh seafood, expensive desserts, and fine wine, and then walk out without ever paying a dime. When I complained to my husband, Lucas always offered the exact same frustrating excuse.
“She is my mother, Camilla,” he would say with a shrug. “Besides, she gives you free publicity, so do not be so dramatic over a few thousand dollars.”Start Baby Registry
My biggest mistake was staying quiet for far too long, but on this particular Friday afternoon, Beatrice decided to test just how far my patience could go.