My Brother Canceled My Birthday Invite — And Booked My Private Island

I played the first voicemail, I had my laptop open and my wine glass half full.

“Lena,” Marcus said, voice tight and unfamiliar. “Call me back. There’s an issue with the island booking. The planner is panicking.”

The second message was sharper. “They’re saying they need owner approval. Do you know anything about that?”

Vanessa left a voicemail that sounded continue reading …