At Our Engagement Party, My Fiancée Gave My Seat to Her Male Best Friend

At the engagement party, the genius brother struck up yet another discussion of hydrological data with Harper Mason.

I trailed behind them, carrying both their coats.

The seats of honor my in-laws had set aside for Harper and me were already arranged.

I tugged lightly at Harper's hand.

"Let's sit down first. You can talk about this in a bit."

"Ken."

The brother pressed my hand down.

"We're in the middle of the data. Could you not break Harper's train of thought and mine?"

Harper kept her eyes on the test report, not lifting her head.

"Go on, say what you were saying. Don't mind him."