My mother sneered across the Valentine’s dinner table, “No man will ever want you. You’re too difficult.”

My mother sneered across the Valentine’s dinner table, “No man will ever want you. You’re too difficult.” I remained silent—until my husband arrived, kissed me, and announced, “Sweetheart, the private jet is ready for Paris.” Then he faced my stunned parents: “I’m Marcus Giovanni. I own this restaurant and 47 others worldwide. Your daughter is the reason I succeeded.” My family never realized whose table they occupied.

“There won’t be a man who wants you. You’re too difficult,” my mother declared across the Valentine’s Day dinner…