A few minutes later, we entered the restaurant, and I thought it was stunning. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and soft piano music filled the air. It was the kind of place where even the water glasses looked expensive.
Tableware in a restaurant | Source: Pexels
We spotted Richard’s parents at a table near the window. His mother, Isabella, a petite woman with perfectly coiffed hair, stood up as we approached. Meanwhile, his father, Daniel, who seemed quite stern, remained seated.
“Oh, Richard!” his mother cooed as we approached her, completely ignoring me. She wrapped Richard in a tight hug, then held him at arm’s length. “You look so weak. Have you lost weight? Are you eating enough?”
A worried woman talking to her son | Source: Midjourney
I stood there awkwardly until Richard finally remembered me.
“Mom, Dad, this is Clara, my fiancée.”
His mother looked at me from head to toe.
“Oh yes, hello dear,” she gave a smile that was not quite reaching her eyes.
His father just grunted.
As we sat down, I tried to start a conversation.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you both. Richard has told me so much about you.”
A woman smiling in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
Before either of them could respond, a waiter appeared with menus. As we looked them over, I noticed Richard’s mother leaning towards him.
“Oh, sweetie,” she said in a loud whisper, “do you want Mommy to order for you? I know how you get overwhelmed with too many choices.”
What the… I thought.
Richard was thirty years old, and Isabella was treating him like he was eight. But to my surprise, he just nodded. I thought he’d tell her to stop treating him like a baby, but I was wrong.
A man in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
“Thanks, Mom,” he said. “You know what I like.”
I tried to catch Richard’s eye, but he was focused on his mother. She proceeded to order the most expensive items on the menu for both of them. Lobster, prime rib, and a $200 bottle of wine.
