The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Hanging out with my best friend is always the most chill and comfy time.

Thalassa just hummed in agreement before hanging up the phone.

At 5:30 PM, the two met up at the mall.

From a distance, Hertha spotted Thalassa standing at the mall entrance, rocking a peach-pink vintage dress that made her look like a fairy straight out of a storybook.

The moment Hertha saw her, she was over the moon, bouncing over and hugging her tight, "Oh my gosh, Thalassa, you're getting more and more gorgeous and elegant by the day!"

Thalassa was all smiles, pinching Hertha's cheek, "And you seem to be getting younger! So, how's it going? Happy with Alaric?"

"Super happy! Ever since I found out there was nothing between Alaric and Georgia, I've been overjoyed. Getting to wake up to his heartthrob face every day? Of course, I'm thrilled. Any complaints just melt away when I see him."

Around Thalassa, Hertha never held back the truth.

With a teasing nudge on her forehead, Thalassa chided, "You and your obsession with looks." "What can I say? I'm a sucker for a pretty face, and that's not changing," Hertha playfully whined. Only in the presence of someone truly trusted and cherished do women show such vulnerability.

Having shared a friendship that spanned nearly a decade, Thalassa and Hertha always had each other's backs, offering a shoulder to lean on or a helping hand when needed.

Their bond was a mix of mentorship and sisterhood, stronger than family ties, where secrets and thoughts flowed freely, unlike with their parents. "Then don't change. You've already snagged Alaric," Thalassa said with a laugh.

"And what about you? Lysander's quite the catch, way more handsome than Alaric, not to mention smart and capable. Alaric's just a big goofball compared to him."

Hertha praised Thalassa's husband while playfully mocking her own.

"Oh, please. You don't know how lucky you are. So many women dream of marrying Alaric, and yet, you're the one he chose. Be grateful," Thalassa retorted.

"True that," Hertha laughed heartily.

Arm in arm, they headed to the restaurant.

Thalassa had made reservations, so they went straight to their table by the window.

While waiting for their food, Hertha ordered, Thalassa suddenly spoke up: "Hertha..."

"Thalassa..." Hertha said at the same time.

Their simultaneous start made them pause and share a laugh.

"You first," Thalassa insisted.

"We're just too in sync, aren't we? No, you go ahead," Hertha said, taking a sip of her lemon water.

Seeing Hertha so insistent, Thalassa

didn't argue further. "I've set a date

for my wedding with Lysander.d want you to be my maid of honor."

Hertha quickly swallowed her drink, thrilled, "Really? You and Lysander

are

the knot? What aThis belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I

Alaric and I have set

our date too!"

Eagerly, she added, "I was about to ask you to be my maid of honor! It's fate. We'll be each other's maid of honor. When's your big day?" "In a week," Thalassa replied.

"What, the same day as me and Alaric? Talk about serendipity!" Hertha exclaimed, a mix of shock and delight.