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Everything should go fine.
Just fiiiine.
How was this her life?
Harper had received a video call from Kristen after she had finished her shower earlier.
“Hey, Kris!” Harper had said. “Let me prop you up on my counter so I can talk to you while I do my makeup.”
“Hey, girl,” Kristen said. “Wow, look at your tan. Are you excited about today?”
Harper took a critical look at herself. Being half Hawaiian, she knew she was blessed to have her golden skin, but Kristen was right. She was looking really tanned now.
“Yes. Excited, and nervous,” she replied. “I just hope I can convince them to leave in some of the hotel scenes. They are really key to the character development.”
Kristen nodded and lifted a glass of red liquid, which Harper recognized as her daily power smoothie.
“You’ve got this, babe. You’re no pushover. But they are the tv experts, so maybe meet them in the middle,” she said. “Don’t let it stress you out so much you don’t enjoy this amazing opportunity.”
Kris was right. She could be such a stress bunny over fine details that she didn’t stop to smell the roses.
Right now she had a big, six-foot-three distraction and Harper realized she hadn’t been worrying as much.
“True,” she murmured.
“So, was the hurricane scary?”
Harper nodded. “Yes, a little. We had to sleep out in the corridor.”
Kristen gasped. “Ugh, with strangers?”
Well, yes.
She nodded and laughed.
“Oh my god, did you hate it?” Kristen asked. “Did you sleep?”
She blushed. “It was fine.”
“Harper Kane. What aren’t you telling me?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.
Damn best friends—they saw through everything.
“Just taking your advice.” She giggled.
“Nooooo. Whooo? Tell me everything!” Kristen squealed.
Harper grinned so wide, she even laughed at herself in the mirror while trying to apply mascara. “Stop or I’ll look like a clown by the time I’m finished.”
“Spill, girl.”
Harper pulled out her hair and began brushing it. “Don’t tell a soul.”
“Who am I going to tell? Frank from fucking accounting?”
Harper burst out laughing.
“Not even Frank,” she said, wondering who Frank was, except obviously the guy in accounting. “I met Daniel Dufort, and we have been...I guess sleeping together.”
