Harper let herself admire the studio once again. She still couldn’t believe it was hers and the friends she thought she would leave behind were there with her.
“Please tell me that I’m not dreaming,” she whispered. Gwyn held out a cup of coffee towards her. She sat beside Harper at the drawing table which Harper set up that morning. A blank canvas lay before her.
“You are dating the hottest and most eligible CEO known in New York and globally. Now, that’s the dream.”
Harper accepted the cup of coffee and rolled her eyes.
“Think of it as a contract marriage agreement,” Harper paused. “However, ours didn’t involve any wedding, more like a relationship agreement which would expire in three months. After that, we’d be friends. Or acquaintances. Nothing more and nothing less.”
Gwyneth nodded, pursing her lips. She set aside Harper’s drawing notepad and pencil.
“Hey,” Harper complained. But Gwyn just clicked her tongue as she sat on her desk and stared at Harper pointedly.
