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

curve at the corner of her mouth that she didn’t bother to hide from me.

I walked out of the private dining alcove, past the heavy velvet drapes that separated our table from the front entryway of the Charleston.

The lobby was cooler, smelling of polished mahogany, roasted garlic from the kitchen, and the damp autumn air that drifted in whenever the continue reading …