"Harper, what about you? Did Sean allow you to work?" Be finally voiced her concern.

    Harper’s face slowly tensed. She shook her head, unable to answer Be’s question.

    She had never pictured bing a housewife because she loved working and building her currentpany. She always pictures herself as a career woman and nothing else.

    However, Be’s question became a wake-up call. She should have asked Sean about this before they got married.

    "We never discussed it, but I know I will have to discuss it with Sean sooner orter. Thank you, Be. Thank you for the reminder," Harper said, shing a faint smile.

    "Anytime, Girl," Be patted her hand gently before continuing, "By the way, how’s your wedding preparation?"

    "Well, I’m not stressed about it. You know me, right? I’m the kind of person who trusts a professional to arrange what they are well known for," Harper shrugged. "And I’m fortunate to have Sean’s mother and aunt helping me with the arrangements. So, Sean and I will just follow their lead."

    "Geez, I envy you, Harper. You are indeed so lucky to have such a wonderful inw..." Be said softly before gazing at Tristan in the distance.

    Knowing what Be feels now, Harper felt bad for reminding her best friend of her own difficult mother-inw.

    "Thank you, dear," Harper said while leaning closer to her. She didn’t want Dana to hear their conversation, so she whispered, "Talk about inws, how is your mother-inw?"

    Harper was curious about Tristan’s mother, as she had never heard Be talk about hertely. Earlier at dinner, she also didn’t see Jessica Sinir.

    Hearing Harper’s question slowly made Be’s heartache. Thest time she heard Tristan talk about his mother was at his father’s funeral. She never knew what was on her husband’s mind about his mother, but she could guess he was still worried about her.

    "She didn’t stay with us after my father-inw died. She moved to our Garden Vi in the countryside. I haven’t had the chance to meet her again, as Tristan didn’t allow me or our child to visit her," Be answered honestly.

    However, she wasn’t entirely honest with Harper about why Jessica no longer stays with them.

    What Jessica did to Tristan’s grandmother would remain a family secret, as is her karma for doing so.

    "I’m d you finally have peace of mind, Be. You don’t have to deal with her." Harper sincerely said. She knew how cruel Jessica Sinir had been toward Be.

    "Thank you, Harper." A half smile appeared on Be’s lips. She diverted their conversation to something else, not wanting to discuss her mother-inw further, afraid it would put her in a bad mood.

    As Be and the others continued chatting, Sean’s voice suddenly came from behind, surprising them all.

    They turned around and saw Sean standing near their sofa with an apologetic expression for interrupting their conversation.

    "Be, can we talk?" Sean asked, then nced at Harper. "Alone...?" he added as if seeking her permission.

    Be didn’t immediately answer Sean; instead, she looked at Harper, worried her best friend might be jealous. She was taken aback when she saw Harper smile and gently push her to follow Sean.

    She smiled back at Harper, then stood and followed Sean out of the room.

    ***

    "Let’s sit over there…" Sean suggested, pointing at a seating area at the end of the corridor.

    "Sure," Be followed him. The seating area wasn’t far from her main maternity room, so she didn’t have to worry if her twins needed her.

    However, after sitting for a few moments, Sean still hadn’t said anything. He seemed deep in thought.

    "Why are you so quiet, Sean?" Be stifled augh when she saw him looking perplexed. "Rx, bro. I’m not going to bite." She tried to ease his tension.

    Sean cleared his throat before speaking, "Be, Harper already invited you to our wedding, right?"

    "Hmm, she did," Be said, excited again to discuss her best friend’s wedding. "I already promised Harper I wille unless... you don’t want me to—"

    Instantly, Sean’s expression turned worried as he realized what Be was about to say. He shook his head hurriedly, saying, "Don’t think that, Bells. Of course, I want you toe to my wedding with Harper."

    A relievedugh slowly escaped Be’s lips upon hearing his words. "Pft! I thought you didn’t want me to be there on your special day, Sean."

    "Please don’t assume that. I want you toe. I’m asking you now because I felt I had to invite you personally," Sean hurriedly exined. He knew Be was close to Harper, but they were also best friends. It didn’t feel right if he hadn’t approached her himself.

    "Thank you, Sean. I understand. I will definitely attend your wedding, even if you don’t want me to, because Harper is like a sister to me. And since you’ll be marrying her, I hope you take care of her just as you do yourself and your family," Be said.

    "I will never disappoint you, Bells," Sean promised. "I will love her with all my heart."

    "Thank you." Be could see it in his eyes now, a light that hadn’t been there when they talked at his housest year. Whenever he spoke about Harper, that light beamed.

    Be felt so happy for Harper because Sean seemed to love and adore Harper very much now.

    "Bells, can you bring Dax and the twins too?"

    Sean’s request surprised Be. She sighed silently before answering, "I could promise to bring Dax. But not the twins. They’re too young to attend arge gathering like that."

    "Alright, it’s fine, I understand. But Dax is big enough toe, right? I need him toe because I want him to be my ring bearer."

    Be frowned. She can’t answer him immediately because she knows Dax is not the kind of kid who likes ceremonious asions. He might refuse. But she also felt bad if she was the one who declined Sean, knowing Sean had a close rtionship with Dax.

    "Ring Bearer? Do you think Dax would agree? You know how he is, right?" Be asked.

    "No worries. I’ll meet himter and ask him myself. I’m confident he will agree…"

    Be couldn’t help butugh, seeing Sean’s confidence about getting Dax’s approval.

    "Alright, if you’re confident, go ahead. You can talk to Dax. I’ll be so happy if he agrees."

    "Thanks, Bells—"