Harper let her gaze wander around the airport. A few days ago she landed in the same city to attend the fashion week and her ex-husband’s wedding.
Along the way, she met Roland Bretford, a billionaire at 32 and single.
“Remember, Harper,” Harper could hear Gwyneth’s voice inside her head as she dragged her luggage. “You’re both single. If this pretend of yours becomes real, don’t hold back. I’m telling you, girl, roar.”
Harper snorted at the last part. The part where her friend literally made a purring noise instead of growling.
She had no time to feel embarrassed after figuring out that their entire company had learned of Roland Bretford’s proposal to her. Hence, the need to move to New York.
Harper expected anyone to be mad at her. But to her astonishment, her co-workers all pushed her to soar high. They knew this meant to Harper more than she could ever admit.
