Chapter 569

• Standing at the edge of their table was a waitress wearing a distinctly unimpressed expression.
• She held a digital tablet and pen, her gaze flicking between Lisa’s frantic face and Nella’s composed, pregnant poise. She had clearly been within earshot for several minutes, absorbing every word about divorces, mistresses, and swapped or hidden babies.
• “Are you ladies quite finished with the… prologue?” the waitress asked, her tone heavy with professional exhaustion. “Because you’ve been occupying this high-demand table for exactly thirty-two minutes without ordering so much as a glass of tap water. There’s a line outside of people who would actually like to eat.”