Sophia’s POV
I sat in front of my vanity, barreled with countless thoughts.…about everything. The headlines on the tabloids continued to scream my name and call me out for supposedly trying to work my way up the social ladder using Liam.
I had never felt more humiliated in my entire life.
How assertive the media was about my life, and it was all thanks to the manipulation of Maxwell and Scarlett.
Cynthia’s name flashed on my phone and I’d barely raised it to my ear when her voice fell through. Instead of being livid, she was surprisingly calm.
“How are you holding up?”
“How else? It hurt that everytime I try to live for something ortry to pull myself out of this misery of my life, tongues start wagging. I’ve learned to overlook these brash assumptions because they don’t know a thing
