Javier frowned impatiently. “My mother invited us. We’re not going to embarrass ourselves. Just pay.”
I looked at Mercedes.
She was smiling… waiting.
I glanced at the total. It was outrageous—and included items we never ordered. But this wasn’t about the money. It was about control. About humiliation. About being expected to obey without question.
“I’m not paying for something I didn’t order,” I said calmly.
Javier’s expression hardened, like he didn’t recognize me anymore. Mercedes laughed softly, the sound cutting deeper than any insult.
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