Sophie's POV
I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching the three idiots in front of me argue like kids. Daniel paced the room like some wannabe detective, Mia sat with a blank expression, and Hannah? Well, she was scrolling through her phone like we weren't in the middle of a crisis.
"So, let me get this straight," I finally spoke, making all of them look at me. "Damien Steele is here in Paris, and instead of panicking like normal people, you all think this is the perfect time for games?"
Daniel scoffed. "Nobody is playing games, Sophie."
"Oh really?" I raised a brow. "Because from where I'm standing, this looks like a circus. A broke one."
Hannah sighed dramatically. "If he's here, it means he still cares."
I laughed. Loudly. "Oh my God, you're actually delusional."
"Excuse me?" she snapped.