Lisa nudges me and I turn to stare at her in disbelief.
"I did that." She says with a huge grin.
"Did what?"
"Chose the words. Harry saw them a few minutes ago. He almost freaked out."
"That's not his message?"
"No, it's mine. He told me to write happy birthday Bridget but that was becoming too cliché so I edited it a little bit."
I poke her in the ribs.
"Stop forcing things, Lisa. If it's not meant to be, it'll never be."
She rolls her eyes.
"Tell that to your new closet."
"You said Harry won't be here."
"Well, I lied."
I glance at the stage and Harry's eyes are still fixed on me. He looks sad, broken, hurt.
And I'm probably responsible for that.
It seems like all girls in the room are staring at me and it's f*****g weird. I just hope that Harry hasn't screwed all of them al
