Chapter 29 Harper
Harper
I must be dreaming.
Maddie did not just ask Easton to prom before he had a chance to ask me.
She couldn’t have.
She DOESN’T EVEN LIKE HIM.
But there she is, batting her lashes, glowing with bronzer like this is some grand romantic gesture—as if she’s handpicking him as the lucky guy to take her.
I deflate, my shoulders dropping as the fight drains out of me.
What can I even do?
I can’t claim him.
I can’t object.
I can’t tell them we had a pact. That he owes me because I blackmailed him.
So I just stare at my tray, appetite gone, fingers tightening around my fork as the table watches the train wreck unfold.
It’s embarrassing how much this hurts.
And the worst part?
I can’t do anything but sit here and watch.