Maya let out a weak laugh through the tears welling in her eyes.
“I mean it,” Harper said. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. That man isn’t playing games. And if anyone tries to make you feel small again—whether it’s Barbie dolls in PR or billionaire CEOs—I’ll burn them to the ground.”
Maya swallowed, overwhelmed by the weight of those words. By the friendship. The loyalty.
Then Harper softened again. “You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be you. That’s the girl he noticed, and probably by now.. also fell for.”
A silence stretched between them, broken only by the hum of the waves.
Then Maya whispered, barely audible, “Thank you.”
Harper slung an arm around her shoulder. “You’re welcome. Now—bachelorette party on this yacht or what?”
Maya groaned and let her head fall aga
