Harper's POV
Then I hear it, the unmistakable thud of the front door slamming shut.
“Harper! What the hell is all this?” Mark’s voice cuts through the air like a blade, and the serenity of the shower shatters instantly.
He’s seen the bags.
I shut off the water, heart racing, and grab a towel, wrapping it tightly around myself as I step out and pad toward the bedroom. He’s already there, standing in front of the bed with all the bags open, lingerie pulled from tissue paper and draped carelessly over the edge.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he says, his voice low but furious, jaw tight as his hand clenches around one of the tags. “What the f*ck, Harper? How much did you spend? You were only meant to spend one hundred. One.”
“I didn’t,” I whisper, trying to keep my voice calm, steady, d
