Chapter 14
Felipe knocked on the white wooden door and opened it. Sophia was curled up on a queen size bed, surrounded by a mountain of light yellow, orange, and pink silk cushions, holding one to her chest, softly crying.
“Go away,” she sobbed, not even turning to see who was at the door. “Leave me alone.”
“Hey, Sis,” Felipe murmured and approached the bed. “There is no need for this.”
“There is no need for this,” she parroted, angry.
The men stopped in the middle of the beautiful and feminine room when she spun to look at them.
“No. There never is, is there?” She sat crossed legged on the flower-printed silk cover and wiped her tears away, heaving. “I’m so tired of this crap, Felipe. Everyday someone wants to redirect my life without asking me how I feel about it. Do you think it’s
