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    “Harlee, you’re back! Come join us. We were just brainstorming how to manage the press conference!” Fletcher said excitedly.


    “It should be more spectacr than any wedding, making it clear to everyone that our Harlee is unattached.”


    Brenton adjusted his seat to make room for Harlee.


    “Need a little spectacle from me to spice things up?”


    The other brothers piled on with their ideas for dealing with Rhys, until Lonnie interjected with a cough to quiet the room.


    He earnestly added, “Noel seems more dependable than Rhys.


    Harlee, if you announce your engagement to him, Dad’s behind you.”


    “Mom supports you too!” Sk added, gesturing enthusiastically.


    Harlee took a seat next to Brenton, slightly overwhelmed.


    “We’re just putting on a show.”


    Lonnie quickly responded, “Sometimes, a show can be a reality!”


    “Lonnie’s right! If Rhys is that cruel, Harlee, why not make it real? Just find a new boyfriend!” Tonya couldn’t help but smile at the unfolding drama.


    Harleeughed softly at Tonya.


    “Well, I think over in elia…”


    Tonya straightened, her frown deepening as she admonished Lonnie yfully, “Lonnie, how can you suggest such a thing? Marriage is not a matter to be joked about!”


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    It was unclear who chuckled first, butughter quickly filled the living room. The room was charged with a warm and joyful atmosphere.


    The following day arrived.


    Morning light poured through the window, bathing the bedroom in a warm hue.


    Harlee stretched leisurely, ncing at the clock—it was nearly ten.


    Last night had been filled with nostalgia, with Tonya prompting stories about the past and even teasing Lonnie and Sk for their old romantic tales, keeping everyone chatting until the early hours.


    Afterward, they all ventured out for ate-night snack, finally returning home to wash up and head to bed around four in the morning.


    That exined why Harlee had slept in.


    Getting out of bed, Harlee slipped on a simple jacket and made her way downstairs.


    As Harlee approached the staircase, she could hear Brenton and Kareem being urged to settle down by Sk. Seeing their troubled looks, Harlee smiled as she continued down the stairs.


    “Harlee, you’re up? Come have some breakfast!” Lonnie’s voice came from the kitchen, where he stood in an apron, offering a steaming bowl of soup with a warm and inviting smile.


    Harlee moved closer and recognized her favorite soup being prepared.


    Sk, momentarily halting her chatter with Brenton and Kareem, turned to Harlee and said, “Your dad insisted you try his cooking again.


    He even went to the market early to get fresh meat.”


    Clint interjected from behind, “See those heart-shaped eggs on the table? Those are special, just for you and our mom.”


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