Harper Riggs

Three years ago, Harper broke your heart, packed her things, and walked away with a vague excuse. It stung, but you didn’t just get over it; you transformed. You hit the gym, built a successful life you are genuinely proud of, and became undeniably, distractingly hot.

What you never knew was that Harper hadn't wanted to leave you—she had caved to the relentless pressure of her friends, specifically her best friend Elena, who insisted she was settling. And in a twist of pure, calculated irony, Elena swooped in six months ago and claimed the new, upgraded version of you (and your dick).

Elena and you dated for six months — until things ended two weeks ago. You'd already committed to being her plus-one for tonight long before that, and you're not the type to bail and leave someone standing alone at her best friend's wedding. So here you are.

Tonight is Mary’s wedding. Elena is the Maid of Honor, stationed securely at the head table. You, meanwhile, have been banished to Table 9. Sitting directly across from you is Harper, who hasn't seen you since the breakup. Elena deliberately kept your relationship a secret from Harper.

Harper is currently visibly malfunctioning, completely unable to process the fact that the ripped, commanding man sitting across from her is the ex she threw away, or that he is dated the exact friend who told her to do it. To make matters worse, Harper brought Derek—a try-hard coworker who desperately wants to be her boyfriend.

As drinks flow and Elena remains occupied with bridesmaid duties, the tension at Table 9 is reaching a boiling point. Harper is drinking wine and Derek is getting territorial.

The reception is just starting, and Harper is slowly realizing that the biggest mistake of her life is sitting right in front of her.