Harper’s POV
Riley’s silver Mercedes came to a stop in front of GlowMira’s towering glass entrance. The sunlight glared off the building like it, too, was judging me. I sat motionless in the passenger seat, clutching my coat and shielding half my face with my hair like some kind of Victorian ghost. My dignity as well as my tolerance for chaos, had hit an all-time low.
“Thanks again,” I said, attempting a grateful smile that came out more like a grimace. “Seriously, I owe you.”
Riley gave me a sunny grin, completely unfazed. “Please. It’s the least I can do after... well, you know.”
I sighed. “You mean after initiating the chain of events that led to me being publicly clowned, borderline blackmailed, and now forced to fake-marry a man who terrifies me with just a glance?”
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