I watched my fourteen-year-old sister destroy any remaining dignity I might have possessed while four billionaire heiresses nodded along like she was presenting irrefutable evidence in court.
Which, honestly, she basically was.
"Alright," I said, raising both hands in surrender. "You win. All of you. Congratulations on breaking the last functional brain cell I had left."
Cassidy's grip on my shirt tightened. "So you're saying yes?"
"I'm saying I'll try." The words felt foreign in my mouth. Like speaking a language I'd never learned but somehow understood. "After Halloween. Give me until then to figure out how to quit without destroying everything, and then we'll do your insane trial run thing."
The silence lasted exactly three seconds before Harlow launched herself across the room and tackled me in a hug that nearly sent us both crashing into the breakfast table.
