Harper's POV
The restaurant was beautiful.
Dim lighting shimmered off gold-accented chandeliers. A live pianist played something elegant and probably French in the corner. Crystal glasses sparkled. Silverware looked like it belonged in a museum. Definitely the kind of place where salads cost more than my monthly grocery bill.
I adjusted my jacket, stepping inside. My eyes swept the room—until they landed on a familiar tornado of jewelry
Across the room, I spotted Riley waving wildly at me, her jewelry flashing under the chandeliers.
"Harper! Over here!" she called.
I made my way over, trying not to trip on the fancy carpet.
"What's the occasion?" I asked, sliding into the booth. "Did you finally land the deal you were working on?"
She flinched.
"Uh, well... not exactly." She shove
