Sophie looked at me as my father would have. It was a cold and resentful look, but as much as it bothered her and made me uncomfortable. I supposed it was for the best. They had taken advantage of my shyness and my submissive nature, not because that was truly my personality, but because they had molded me that way, so I would never raise my voice against them. But if I had to start showing them who I really was, perhaps it had to be at that moment, in front of Sophie.
"So this is the real you?" she protested, standing up from the table.
"No, this person you see in front of you is not me, but a part of me," I was forced to admit, but I did so with a wicked smile, one very similar to hers. "The whole world has forced me to be this way and if they don't like it, then you should have though
