He Thought I Was Her Maid
Language: en
I've spent my entire life happily living in my sister's shadow. From the time we were kids, my absolute favorite thing in the world was catering to her—fetching her water, carrying her bags, grabbing her coffee. It was my chosen role, and I loved every second of it. So when Charlotte got into Columbia University, I pulled off a massive academic sprint, skipped a grade, and followed her right in. On move-in day, Charlotte rolled into our dorm suite with a security detail of eight men. My new roommates were practically bowing, whispering about "the campus princess," while I was quietly…