“Okay,” she said to the waitress, “Here’s what we need you to do. Bring us two glasses of your finest champagne, and then bring the bill to that table,” she pointed to where my husband and the woman sat.
Sensing the gravity of the situation, the waitress hesitated but nodded.
Some minutes later, the champagne arrived. My friend raised her glass. “To dignity and clever plans,” she toasted.
We sipped our champagne and watched as the waitress walked over to my husband’s table, bill in hand. The confusion on his face when he saw the bill was almost satisfying. He looked around, finally spotting me. His face turned pale.
I stood up and walked over to their table, my friend right behind me. “Hi there,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Enjoying your evening?”
My husband stammered, “W-what are you doing here?”
