The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha dragged Thalassa towards the barbecue joint with a gleam of excitement in her eyes.

Truth be told, Thalassa loved spicy food too, but just as they reached the entrance, a sudden thought made her halt: "Let's skip it. Maybe we shouldn't do hotpot tonight."

Hertha looked at her, puzzled. "What's up? You used to love tearing into those super spicy hotpots."

Thalassa confessed, "I've got the courthouse appointment with Lysander tomorrow to make it official. If I dive into that spicy hotpot tonight and end up with a pimple, it'll ruin the photos."

"What did you just say?" The words hit Hertha like a ton of bricks, her wide eyes shining under the mall lights like two bright stars.

After her initial shock, Hertha squealed and hugged Thalassa, jumping up and down, "Oh my god, you and Lysander are tying the knot! That's amazing!"

Her excitement was genuine. Thalassa and Lysander had been through so much, circling back to each other after all these years, finally ready to seal the deal.

No one knew better than Hertha the roller coaster of a journey Thalassa and Lysander had been on.

Her outburst turned a few heads.

Feeling a tad embarrassed, Thalassa whispered, "Hertha, chill with the theatrics. We're in public, everyone's staring."

Hertha down, her

alright, let's hit up that Korean restaurant for some bibimbap, get it without the spicy sauce. When did your skin decide it's allergic to spice anyway?"

her best, especially on a day as monumental

a once-in-a-lifetime photo op, after

was coming from. If she were in her shoes, she'd be just as worried about waking up

questions about

decide to make it official tomorrow?" Hertha nudged

yesterday, when we

on the kids, I felt so guilty

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Lysander suggested we go get the

he owes you, trying to make it up to you in

Hertha leaned

they were in the clear. "Lysander's been having trouble with his leg, right?