“Your Kids Can Eat at Home,” My Dad Said—So When the Waiter Returned, I Stood Up – The Archivist

” I replied.

“Please, Soph.” The nickname came out automatically. We both flinched. “Five minutes. That’s all.”

Against my better judgment, I nodded toward a more secluded corner.

She didn’t bother with small talk.

“Alexander Chen,” she said, voice tight. “You’re engaged to Alexander Chen.”

“Yes,” I said.

“Do you have any idea who he is?” she demanded.

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