My fiancé’s parents had invited both families to an expensive restaurant to celebrate our engagement, and I’d been nervous about the evening for almost a week.
Elliot’s family had money.
Not the loud kind where people talked about how rich they were, but the quiet kind you noticed without anyone mentioning it. His parents belonged to a country club, took long vacations without checking hotel prices, and considered restaurants with forty-dollar appetizers “nice but casual.”
My mother, Janine, came from a completely different world.