*Harper*
I’m practically vibrating with excitement when I burst into the apartment, nearly knocking poor McKenzy off the couch. She’s got paint in her hair, a bowl of popcorn balanced on her lap, and her laptop open to some DIY tutorial. The moment she sees my face, her eyes go wide.
“Okay, what’s got you bouncing off the walls like a caffeinated squirrel?” she asks, grinning as she sets her popcorn aside.
“We’re doing it!” I practically sing, spinning in a circle. “We’re having our art show. And it’s going to be huge.”
McKenzy gasps and leaps off the couch to grab my hands. “Shut up. Are you serious? How did this happen?”
“Damien,” I answer, breathless from my impromptu happy dance. “I mentioned it to him, and before I could even finish the sentence, he had this whole plan. He said h
