Fatal Charisma For My Spoiled Sister

Summary

My twenty-year-old stepsister, Poppy Sinclair, suffered from a severe case of "Adult Baby Syndrome." A grown woman, yet she insisted on crawling around in diamond-studded training pants, demanding to be spoon-fed, carried everywhere, and only drinking from a novelty sippy cup.

Each time, she’d offer the same self-satisfied pout: “I’m Poppy, the precious little baby! It’s totally normal for me to be completely helpless, duh!”

My parents and my husband, Brock, adored this act, calling her "pure" and "unaffected."