I Went Undercover at My Husband’s “Charity Gala” — That’s When I Heard the CEO’s Wedding Toast

moment, on the other side of a velvet curtain at a charity gala he had described to me, that morning, as a “boring board dinner—strictly stale conversation and dry chicken.”

Men do not buy Italian silk tuxedos for dry chicken. This is one of the few absolute truths I have encountered in thirty-eight years of living, and it was the truth that brought continue reading …