Miki felt the guilt returning again. Damn it. But she held her tongue and refilled her wine glass. The little devil on her shoulder was trying to remind her why she was mad and she needed to hang on to that.
Oh look, food again. She made an attempt to dig in. "To be honest, you couldn't actually afford what we're worth." She almost added 'not that you understood or appreciated that', but at that point the little angel had tackled the devil and they were struggling for control over Miki's mood.
She had just finished her first few bites when she noticed a couple of the waiters whispering to each other and pointing in their direction... or was it just Susan's? What the hell was going on?