Reaching home, Sofia was standing at the entrance, waiting for me. “How is it?” she whispered.
I picked up my phone and quickly texted. “Please, don’t return the book I gave you, it’s my apology.”
Sofia collected the phone and pulled me into her embrace. “Sorry, baby girl.”
I let out the tears I’d been holding. “I love him so much, Sofia.”
“Of course you do,” she patted my back. “But you can’t risk destroying your life for love. His mother will be disappointed. She seems to choose you because you are older, and you know what that means.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know how handsome her daughter is… she should’ve just hired a male teacher!” I scoffed, thinking about whether I can live without him.
“Shopping?” Sofia winked. I sighed and nodded.
“Five minutes,” she said, already dragging m
