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."

down, her

sauce. When did your skin decide it's allergic to spice anyway?" In a flash, Hertha understood Thalassa's concern. Linking arms with Thalassa, they

especially on

once-in-a-lifetime photo op,

got where Thalassa was coming from. If she were in her shoes, she'd be just as

Thalassa with questions about her and Lysander, bursting with happiness and curiosity about their recent sweet

decide to make it

when we

the kids, I felt

there more. And

suggested we go get

make it up to you in his own

wait..." Hertha leaned

no one else could hear, glancing around to make sure they were in the clear. "Lysander's been having trouble with his leg, right? How's... you know... that aspect? Do you guys still, uh, have that