Amelia Johnson couldn’t be bothered to deal with Sophia Lee. She simply shot the waiter a look, asking him to handle it, then pulled out a chair and sat down. “I heard the food here’s pretty good. Let’s not let a bunch of clowns mess with our mood. Eat what we came to eat, drink what we came to drink.”
Even though she said that, Isla Shaw’s mood was clearly still off. After all, those people weren’t strangers—they were her biological dad, her stepmother, and her stepsister. But honestly, they’d never treated her like family. Though, truth be told, Isla didn’t care about them in the first place.
“Excuse me, this private room is actually—”
“Shut up!” Sophia Lee shot the waiter a glare. At this point, she didn’t care about whose room it was. What mattered was, Amelia and Isla were
