They Laughed At Me For Parking Cars—Then My Driver Arrived

to embarrass him.

Including me.

I’d received the invitation three weeks ago—heavy cardstock, gold lettering, my name spelled correctly for once.

I’d RSVPed yes immediately.

Garrett had responded within an hour: LOL. Are you sure? It’s pretty fancy. Black tie. Might not be your scene.

I’d replied simply: I’ll manage.

What Garrett didn’t know—what he couldn’t continue reading …