LISA'S POV
Lisa walked hand-in-hand with Liam, while his father kept pace a foot beside them. Zac trailed behind, eyes glued to his phone, scrolling with a frown. He was clearly irritated—and Lisa knew why.
Harry had a bride.
It was now publicly known that the Styles enterprise would continue its legacy.
Harry’s gaze drifted to Lisa. She stood only five feet tall, and beside his towering frame, she looked small, fragile even. His large hand enveloped her delicate one, his grip firm—almost too firm.
Lisa tried to slip her hand from his, but Harry only tightened his hold, leaning close to whisper, “Don’t worry, he’ll leave shortly.”
She rolled her eyes. The last thing she wanted was to walk hand-in-hand with Liam—no, with Harry—in front of his father and brother. Her stomach tightened.
