Harper's POV
My phone rang at exactly 11:03 p.m.
I was half-asleep, halfway through an episode of a show I couldn’t remember the name of, and fully committed to doing absolutely nothing for the rest of the night. So when I saw Riley’s name flash across my screen, I almost let it go to voicemail.
Almost.
Because something about Riley calling this late? That felt... ominous.
I answered on the third ring. “If this is about another blind date, I swear—”
“Harper. It’s a disaster. A full-on, Chanel-burning, trust-fund-cancelling disaster.”
I sat up instantly. “What happened? Did your dad find out? Did Ethan—”
“Ethan’s not Ethan.”
Silence.
I blinked. “Come again?”
She sounded like she was hyperventilating. “The man I went on a date with? The one I thought was Ethan? That wasn’t Ethan.”
