He Gave My Reservation To His Parents—Unaware The Restaurant Was My Brother’s

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He stood up, the leather of the chair creaking aggressively. “You made me look like a fool in front of my parents. The waiter—Lorenzo, or whatever his pretentious name is—he treated us like tourists. Like we were nobody. James didn’t even stop by the table. My dad asked why your brother was ignoring us. My mother thinks your family hates us.”

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