EPISODE TWENTY-THREE

Emily felt like strangling the kind waiter in front of her. She was never the one that consumed the food; why then did the waiter not accost Samantha and her cohorts when they were leaving the premises?

To Emily, two thousand seven hundred dollars was exorbitant. It is outrageous and way above what she could afford. How can three ladies consume such an amount in just one sitting when even her family can use that for over two months? Where exactly did Samantha expect her to get such an amount?

"How do you intend to pay, ma’am, by cash or card?" the waiter asked.

"Miss... emm..." a sweat dropped from her forehead as she fought hard to think of what to do or say.

"Kendra, ma’am, you can call me Kendra," the waiter said with a smile.

At this point, Emily forced herself to put up a smile, too. For some reason, she could swear that the waiter was pretending not to notice her discomfort, and so she knew that she was alone in this, as all the waiter cared about at this moment was her bill.

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