Chapter 206

Harper's POV

I don’t even know how this happened. One minute I was staring at a shiny car with the kind of glossy paint job that looks like it was made from melted starlight, and the next I was being congratulated for my “perfect taste” and handed a receipt that made my soul crawl out of my body.

The salesman hands me the final printout with a smile that makes me want to trip him. “Once customisation begins, there’s no going back, I’m afraid. The configuration’s already been sent to our shop. Delivery will be within ten days, likely less. Congratulations again, Miss.”

Congratulations. Right. I just spent over three hundred thousand dollars because someone bailed on our day. Leaning on the glass desk, I try to give him a look that might inspire some godly intervention. He offers me a bottle of water. I take it purely out of spite.