Chapter 151

Harper's POV

He mutters something under his breath and walks out of the room laughing, Mason still chuckling as he follows.

Theo leans in, brushing his lips across my temple. “He’s not wrong.”

“I’ll be good,” I whisper, catching his hand as I turn to follow the others. “Until dessert.”

His laugh is low, soft against my ear. “Dangerous girl.”

I don’t deny it.

They walk out to get ready. As soon as the door closes behind the last of them, I bolt.

My heart is still racing from the look Theo gave me, from the quiet pride in Mason’s eyes, from the way Nathan—Mr. Composed—had to look away when I started crying. They did this for me. All of them. No hesitation. No strings. And that does something to me. Something bold. Somethin