Harper’s POV
After a blissfully quiet, restorative weekend locked away in the safety of the estate, Monday morning inevitably rolls around.
I stand in front of the massive gilded mirror in my new bedroom, treating my work attire like a suit of armor. I pull on a brown pencil skirt, securing a thin leather belt snugly around my waist, and tuck in a sleek, crisp white blouse. I pull my hair back into a tight bun, smoothing down any flyaways, before applying a light coat of nude lipstick.
Before grabbing my purse, I open the small box on my dresser and pull out my late mother’s ring. I slide it onto my right ring finger, rubbing my thumb over the worn metal for luck. I’m going to need it to face the job I quite dramatically quit just a few days ago.
I head downstairs and find a steaming b
