And Jenn. . . Who gave me an unintended push. Chapter 5 At one time, Julie had been relatively comfortable in expensive surroundings. She could still remember her grandmother’s house in Portland. Beautiful, old, filled with antiques that her penny pinching, hardworking Irish gran had bought over the years. . . But her grandmother had never been one of the wealthy class. Not really. She’d worked her way from a maid in the early twentieth century for one of the most exclusive Portland families to one of the highest paid and most sought after chefs by the time she was forty. As a result, Julie’s dad, son of said exacting chef, had known how to make a perfect tea sandwich and could set a table with the best of them. She supposed she should thank the grandmother who had been her first baby sitter for ensuring that she wouldn’t be utterly flummoxed by the situation unfolding before her. But she couldn’t quite shake the feeling she didn’t belong. Sure, she could eat at a table like the one she was suddenly standing in front of in Mr.
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