My Brother Sent Me to the Kids’ Table—Until His Billionaire CEO Sat Beside Me

of someone who does this in their sleep.

“Apparently I don’t fit the vibe,” I said.

She snorted, a quick burst of genuine amusement. “Their loss. Want to help me cut up chicken nuggets when the food comes?”

And just like that, I made a decision. If I was going to be exiled to the kiddie corner of my own brother’s wedding, I was going to rule it.

I helped continue reading …