Back in the day, Sophie was just trying to get by, using her smarts to navigate the tricky world of Devonport. But now, her gaze was steely and determined. She had built her own empire, and finally, she could be herself.
And him? Well, he made the biggest choice of his life, partly because of her.
James and Harold pulled up to the Aldridge Estate and parked their cars. They were ready to head upstairs and see Odie. But as soon as Harold cracked open the door, a vase came flying straight at Sophie. She stood there, momentarily stunned. Odie, lying on the bed, was just as shocked. Luckily, Harold kicked the vase away just in time, saving Sophie from a nasty hit.
“What’s gotten into you?” Harold asked, his brow furrowing, eyes sharp as daggers.
Odie's face was stormy. “Blowing a million at a nightclub abroad, shacking up with a gigolo for the night, Sophie, you’ve really outdone yourself!”
“Why are you bringing this up...” Sophie rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.
This time, Harold didn’t cut Odie off. Instead, he strolled in, poured himself a glass of red wine, and said, “I’m waiting for her side of the story too.”
James walked in and casually flopped onto a sofa. Sophie could feel Harold and Odie’s eyes locked on her. Even though James kept quiet, she knew him too well. His silence was the most intense pressure of all.
Sophie finally gave in, “Alright, since you three are so united in this. I’ll spill, I’ll tell you everything!”
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