“Mr. Knight left a gown for you. He’s taking you to his family’s dinner party later tonight,” Eve informed Sophia as she poured herself a cup of tea.
Sophia, sitting at the breakfast table, froze mid-sip. Her stomach twisted as last night’s memories rushed back, sharp and raw. The rejection. His cold eyes. The ache in her chest that wouldn’t let her breathe.
“It’s just a damn contract, Sophia,” she muttered under her breath, her voice tight. “Focus. Just work.”
Forcing herself to steady, she looked up at Eve and nodded curtly. “Very well.” She pushed her chair back and strode to her room.
Later that evening, as Sophia applied the final touches of her makeup, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen—Bella.
“So, you just forgot about me, huh? Giggles Gabby went off the grid! I can’t believe this,” Bella’s voice exploded through the speaker.