and said, “Happy to pay—for the four of us, as planned.” I told the server to charge just our meals. Charlize looked like she’d swallowed a lemon. Others at the table muttered, realizing they’d have to pay their share. My mom finally spoke up, gently suggesting everyone contribute. Lucas backed me up. Charlize fumed. We left, lighter in spirit if not in wallet. Later,

Charlize texted to say she had to borrow money to cover the bill—“So embarrassing.” Lucas just laughed. “Classic.” Next year? I’ll take my mom out solo. She’s the one who truly deserves it. Sometimes, standing your ground isn’t about drama. It’s about drawing a line—and finally refusing to foot the bill for someone else’s entitlement.