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

I said.

Vanessa returned to her phone. “Two hundred guests,” she murmured. “Seven-course dinner. Fireworks. The sunset timing is critical.”

Marcus smiled as if the word fireworks was a medal pinned to his chest. “It’s going to be spectacular.”

I could have laughed. Not because it was amusing—because it was familiar.

Marcus had always needed his life to continue reading …