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

that looked like they had their own insurance policies. A string quartet played in one corner, their music delicate and expensive-sounding, while servers in crisp black vests glided silently between tables with trays of champagne that caught the light like liquid gold.

I had followed all of Caleb’s instructions to the letter. I was wearing the pale continue reading …