Half the restaurant's eyes swung toward Naomi and Lily standing at the door.
Ethan's face went dark the second he confirmed it really was them.
Then he clocked Lily's short hair, and his expression soured further.
Her card's frozen. Where's the money for a place like this coming from?
Is this her way of forcing my hand running out of funds and coming to make a scene where I can't say no?
"Naomi. You're unemployed, resigned, with no income to speak of, and you're out here spoiling Lily like this? Do you still think you're Mrs. Blackwood?"
Naomi didn't take the bait. Instead, she laughed, something sharp and unbothered in her eyes.
"Funny I don't recall Mrs. Blackwood ever getting a dime of your money."
His card had covered the kids' expenses, sure. But when it came to her personally
