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

setting the thick envelope on the breakfast bar. “Since I will not be at the Charleston tonight.”

Nancy looked at the envelope, her fingers twitching against her apron. “Arthur told you, then. It really is for the best, sweetheart. Melissa has been under so much stress with the boutique, and we wanted her to have one evening without any tension.”