Magnolia tapped the sofa armrest impatiently.
She said, "It's just a few dishes and a few performances. You decide first. If it really won't do, I'll help you take a look."
Quinn had no choice but to take all three items.
She lowered her head and said softly, "I just want your mother to be happy. It doesn't need to be too extravagant."
"Fine," I said.
I stopped the housekeeper, who was about to leave.
I added, "Tell the kitchen to prepare a menu based on our usual daily expenses, nothing extravagant."
Before noon, the new menu was delivered to Magnolia.
Six meat dishes and four vegetable dishes, with panna cotta for dessert.
It wasn't shabby, but it was far from luxurious.
Magnolia's face immediately fell.
She said, "It's my sixtieth birthday, and you want to fob this off on the
