Harper POVThe morning tastes like burnt coffee and regret.I’ve been awake since five, pacing the sorority kitchen, replaying everything in a loop — the kiss, his texts, the fact that I still haven’t answered him.By the time the vendor call starts at nine, I’ve gone through three cups of coffee and the kind of pep talk that should’ve earned me a motivational speaking license.I’m fine.I’m composed.I’m Harper Lane — president, planner, professional.I repeat it until I almost believe it.Lila sits beside me at the long dining table, laptop open, headset on, watching me like she expects me to combust mid-call.The screen flickers to life — the event sponsor, Daniel Myers, a polished PR guy from one of the biggest sports brands in the state. Perfect teeth. Smile that could sell a thousand jerseys.“Morning, ladies,” he says. “Hope I’m not catching you too early.”“Not at all,” I say, adjusting my headset. “We’re excited to finalize the details for the charity gala. The vendor list is
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