The Dinner That Taught Me to Stand Up for Myself—Without Losing a Friend

That Friday, I showed up early, nervous but happy. The place smelled like butter and oak—pure luxury. I’d chosen my best dress and most forgiving heels. Mia arrived glowing, hugged me tight, and said, “It’s been forever! You look amazing!”

We ordered drinks—water for me, wine for her.

Then came the menu. I scanned the prices: salads for $19, steaks pushing $60. I smiled and said, “I’ll just have the salad, maybe some bread too.”

“Perfect,” Mia said cheerfully. “Ribeye for me, truffle fries, asparagus—why not? We deserve this!”Continue reading…