Hannah laughs and raises her glass. “I can drink to that.”
I move back to my seat, taking a large sip of my champagne.
My phone rings.
“Hey, rebel,” I say. “Where are you? You’re missing spa time.”
My baby sisters face appears on the screen.
“What’s up? You look shocking.”
“Food poisoning,” she says, with a groan. “A dodgy prawn.”
She drops the phone and disappears. I hear her retching in the background.
My heart sinks.
When she returns, she looks even greener, or greyer, it’s hard to tell.
“Oh, rebs,” I say.
“I’m not going to make it,” she says, tears now streaming down her face. “There’s no way I can get on a flight… oh, Kat, I’m so sorry.”
My eyes begin to fill, a hollow feeling filling my chest.
The Maldives was supposed to be somewhere Harper could come, see us all. Things may have calmed down with the press, but she’s stayed in New York, enjoying the anonymity her hidden identity has afforded her. That, and I think she’s enjoying her new job, despite her boss. It’s probably something I understand more than our brothers.
Pen grabs the phone from my hands.
“Hey, Harps. No tears,” she says sternly. “Elijah and I will set you up a live stream for the wedding. You can spend whatever time you can with us from the comfort of your bed. You won’t miss a thing… apart from the humidity maybe, I promise.”
Harper lets out a wail, sobbing her thank you.
“Now get to a doctor. I don’t mean to be rude, but you look terrible.”
I take the phone back. We reach our fingers towards the screen. “Feel better. I’ll stream you in when I’m getting ready. Make sure you don’t miss a second.”
“Love you, sis,” Harper says.
“Love you more. Now do what Pen says.”
I end the call and drop back in my chair.
April looks over and squeezes my arm before grabbing another bottle of champagne, our server taking it off her and popping the cork.
April rolls her eyes. “Will I ever get used to having everything done for me?”
I chuckle. “Probably not, but go with it. It’s much easier.”
The server steps forward and fills our glasses once more.
“Harper may not be able to join us, but I know what she’d be saying right now.” April holds up her glass.
She and Harper have done their fair share of partying in the past.
“Let’s get this party started.”
CHAPTER 61
