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

bowing his head slightly. “Welcome to The Charleston. Do you have a reservation tonight?”

“I am joining the Bennett party,” I said, keeping my voice even and calm. “It should be under Arthur Bennett. A table for six.”

Francois turned a thick, cream-colored page, his finger running down a column of neat handwriting. He stopped near continue reading …