“Merits?" Eve scoffed with an icy laugh.
“She's just a housewife who only knows how to scrub dishes. She's not even in your league."
Sophia offered a soft smile. "Amelia’s actually a great racer, isn't she? Didn't she win a championship once? I think that's pretty impressive."
“Impressive?" Eve snorted. "Please. She probably slept with the race track owner to rig the competition. No way she earned that title fair and square."
Damian stiffened. Her words dragged his mind back to that very competition, the image of Amelia, poised and fierce, a far cry from the quiet, unremarkable woman he thought he knew. The memory lingered, unshakable.
“Sophia!" Eve’s tone sweetened as she hooked her arm through Sophia’s with affection. "Didn't you always dream of becoming a fashion design
