Diana calmly reached for her napkin and wiped her face with deliberate care. Her hands were steady. She set the napkin down and looked at Judith, then at Brandon.
“So this is amusing to you,” she said quietly.
Brandon shrugged. “My mother likes to test people. It’s tradition. Don’t take it personally.”
Judith leaned forward. “So—will you pay? Or admit you don’t belong?”
The silence that followed was heavy. Inside, Diana felt an unexpected calm, like still water settling.
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