Harper’s POV
The rest of the agonizing double date at the country club goes off without a hitch. Once I return from the restroom, my nausea completely passes. More importantly, I am no longer feeling so fiercely threatened by Bella Vercetti and her handsy, territorial displays. Knowing the truth, that this is all an elaborate, dangerous chess move Cade is playing to keep Anthony Scarfo distracted, gives me a secret armor. Every time Bella feeds him or touches his arm, I just sip my sparkling water. It’s all a show, and Cade is putting it on to protect me.
The next morning, the reality of my situation hits me in a completely different way.
I stand in front of the massive gilded mirror in my bedroom, trying to pull a sleek, lavender pencil dress up over my hips. It snags. I tug at the zip
