Jasmine's POV
"I've heard so much about you," she said in a gentle tone as we entered the living room together.
Her voice carried warmth, but something twisted uncomfortably in my chest. I couldn't pinpoint whether it was pure instinct or the accumulated anxiety from everything Chloe had shared about a woman called Harry. Despite my unease, I managed a polite nod in response.
Stephen couldn't contain his excitement, his face glowing with happiness. "She's talking about me. I never stop mentioning you all," he laughed.
Lina, always eager for details, pressed her palms together with curiosity. "Really? What sorts of stories has he been telling?" she asked Harry directly, settling into her favorite armchair with a genuine smile.
"That you're incredibly loyal, and how you once smacked a stranger for trying to touch Jasmine's hair without permission," Harry replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
