My parents treated me like a servant. 1 day before…

people over Monday night.”

I waited.

“Twenty-five guests. Trevor’s parents are finally coming. First time meeting us properly. I need you to handle everything. Full dinner. Appetizers, mains, dessert, wine pairings, the works.”

I looked at her. “Monday? That’s five days from now.”

“Yes. Problem?”

The way she said it made it clear there better not be a problem.continue reading …