Harper arrives at my apartment with three wedding magazines, a bottle of champagne, and a determination that borders on frightening.
"Okay." She spreads everything across my coffee table like a general planning a campaign. "We have two weeks. Two weeks to plan a wedding that's small but perfect. Intimate but memorable. Simple but stunning. No pressure."
"That sounds like a lot of pressure."
"It's not pressure, it's excitement." She's already flipping through magazines, flagging pages with sticky notes. "And Vi, this is the fun part. The part where you get to choose everything. Not what Ethan wanted or what looked good for photos. What you actually want."
Liam's at the office handling some crisis with a client, so it's just us. Me and Harper. The way it's been through everything.
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