Beatrice leaned in close to them with an eager look, as if she were about to share the juicy gossip of the year.
“My son is doing better than ever, and he even has a lovely young woman on the side who adores him.”
The entire table fell completely silent, and I froze behind her chair.
Beatrice burst into a loud laugh at their shocked expressions.
“Oh, do not make those faces, because Camilla is never home anyway since she lives in this kitchen, and besides, Lucas knows how to enjoy his life.”
Another woman looked around the lavish room and asked curiously.
“And with what money is he funding all this fun?”
Beatrice raised her glass high in the air with total confidence.
“With money from this restaurant, of course, because in the end, it all stays right here in the family.”
I remained standing behind her, completely motionless.