“What do I get if I win?” Harper asks me, smiling prettily. She has a nice mouth. If she used it for something other than smirking, sneering, or scowling then maybe more people would notice? “There’s nothing you have, Working Girl, that I can’t get for myself.” “You mean besides real friends, a dad that love me unconditionally, and your ex-fiancé?” I quip, and Harper stands up, slamming her palms flat on the table. Becky stops laughing, and Ileana pauses to fix her boobs in her too-tight corset.
