Chapter 185: Harper Davis; Private And Public Affection.

“Harp, what do you think of these outfits?” Zara asked, holding up two gowns against her body. “Blue or red?”

Harper lifted her head from her phone. “You know I'm not as stylish as you are.”

Zara’s forehead creased into a frown. “But I’m asking you. I know you’re not—”

“Okay, sorry,” Harper interrupted. “Try the blue. It's subtle.”

“Well, thanks for nothing,” Zara scoffed, tossing the red goown on