My Stepdaughter Invited Me to a Restaurant

I hadn’t heard from my stepdaughter, Hyacinth, in what felt like forever, so when she suddenly invited me to dinner, I thought maybe—just maybe—this was it. The moment we’d finally patch things up.

But nothing could have prepared me for the shock she had waiting for me at that restaurant.

**The Call That Caught Me Off Guard**

I’m Rufus, 50 years old, and my life has always been… steady. Maybe too steady. I work a quiet office job, live in a modest house, and spend my evenings with a book or the news on TV.

But the one thing I never quite figured out? My relationship with Hyacinth.

She’s my stepdaughter—not by blood, but by marriage. When I married her mother, Lilith, Hyacinth was still a teenager. And from the very beginning, she kept her distance.

Over time, I stopped trying so hard, too.

That’s why, when she called me out of the blue, sounding oddly cheerful, I was taken aback.

“Hey, Rufus!” she chirped, almost too upbeat. “How about we grab dinner? There’s this new restaurant I want to try.”

At first, I didn’t know what to say. Was this her way of mending fences?

If it was, I was all for it.

“Sure,” I said, my heart cautiously hopeful. “Just tell me where and when.”

Maybe this was our chance.

**Something Felt… Off**

The restaurant was fancy—too fancy for someone like me.

Dark wood tables, candlelit ambiance, and waiters in crisp white shirts. I felt out of place.

Hyacinth was already there when I arrived, flashing me a bright smile—but something about it didn’t feel right.

“Hey, Rufus! You made it!” she greeted me enthusiastically.

Her energy was off—too forced. Like she was trying too hard to seem casual.

I sat down, studying her carefully.

“So… how have you been?” I asked, hoping to break the ice.

“Good, good,” she replied quickly, her eyes darting to the menu. “You? Everything good with you?”

She wasn’t really listening.

Before I could answer, she waved over the waiter and started ordering for us.

“We’ll have the lobster,” she said, barely glancing at me. “And maybe the steak too. What do you think?”

I hadn’t even looked at the menu yet, and she was already picking the most expensive items.

It wasn’t like her.

Something wasn’t right.

**An Awkward Silence & a Sudden Disappearance**

The meal started, and I tried to steer the conversation toward something meaningful.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve missed catching up with you.”

She barely looked up from her lobster.

“Yeah,” she muttered, cutting into her food. “Been busy, you know?”

“Busy enough to disappear for a year?” I half-joked, but there was sadness behind my words.

She hesitated, but instead of answering, she kept checking her phone.

I could tell.

She was waiting for something.

Or someone.

The bill finally came, and I reached for it out of habit, pulling out my card. But just as I was about to hand it over, Hyacinth leaned in close to the waiter and whispered something.

Before I could ask, she shot me a quick smile and stood up.

“I’ll be right back,” she said. “Just need to use the washroom.”

And just like that… she was gone.

I waited.

And waited.

But she didn’t come back.

When the waiter returned, I glanced down at the bill.

My stomach dropped.

The total was outrageous.

Had she just… bailed on me?

With a heavy sigh, I handed over my card, swallowing the disappointment.

I had been played.