My Mother-in-Law Sat Me by the Service Door

But not successful enough.

Near the end of dessert, Eleanor appeared beside my chair.

“Isabella…”

Her smile remained polished.

“May I borrow you for a moment?”

James started standing.

She gently stopped him.

“This is family business.”

I quietly placed my napkin beside my plate.

“Certainly.”

She led me into a quiet hallway overlooking the hotel gardens.

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