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

Olivia was always going to find some way to play the martyr tonight. Just like she did with Toby.”

I sat very still, my hands resting on my lap beneath the heavy white tablecloth of the Charleston.

“Toby was seventeen, Melissa,” I said.

“You stole him from me,” she said, her eyes flashing toward Jake, who sat frozen beside her, his hand still resting continue reading …