“To Harper!” Gwyneth raised her champagne flute.
She was sitting on the carpet surrounding the round table of the average living room inside the apartment, which Roland paid for, so Gwyn and the others would have a place to stay.
The atmosphere was heartwarming. Harper was still on cloud nine and it was taking a while for the things that happened to sink in.
“To Harper!”
Everyone else cheered, raising their glasses as they joined Gwyneth in hyping the after-dinner party, which they all agreed on except for Harper.
Harper shook her head in disbelief. She caught Roland Bretford’s stare from the other side. She was sitting on the couch while the latter leaned against the wide window overlooking the city from below.
Roland gestured with his head, raising a toast of his own. Harper rolled her eyes and extracted herself from the couch to join Roland.
