Chapter ninety

Relieved after her talk with Dalton, Sophia and he made their way back to the grand hall, ready to enjoy the rest of the evening at the gala. The atmosphere was lively, with laughter and music filling the air. However, as they entered the gala, Sophia's heart sank. There was Valerie, draped all over Alex like he was the only person in the room.

Sophia felt a sharp sting in her chest, but she quickly pushed it down, determined not to let anyone see her pain. "Look at her," she muttered under her breath, trying to keep her voice steady. "As if she's the only one that matters."

Dalton glanced at her, concern etched on his face. "Sophia oph, you okay?" he asked, his voice low.