My Sister Hid Her Boyfriend Inside My Marketing Firm Until Her Dinner Party

fifty-fifth, I said. I bought the gift weeks ago.

I pointed toward the sideboard, where the small velvet box containing the vintage sapphire brooch sat.

The sapphire was a pale, clear blue, set in silver filigree that had survived ninety years of changing fashions.

Erin picked up her wine glass, the red liquid catching the low light of the kitchen pendant.continue reading …