Chapter 15 - Lumina Gets a Different Family Table

One year after Beatrice’s lunch, Lumina hosted another party of
thirty-nine.
This time I invited them.
My entire staff.
Employees could bring one guest.
We closed the restaurant for the evening.
Gavin sat at the best table.
My sous-chef refused to let me enter the kitchen.
“You’re a guest.”
“I own the place.”
“Tonight you don’t.”
I surrendered.
We ate.
Laughed.
Opened good wine.
At the end, Gavin brought me a bill.
$0.00.
Underneath he had written:
OWNER FINALLY ALLOWED TO EAT.
I laughed until I cried.
The restaurant felt like mine again.
Not because Lucas was gone.
Because fear was gone.
No unexplained withdrawals.
No secret cards.
May you like
No mother-in-law announcing ownership she never had.
Just the people who actually built Lumina every night.