Sophia
“Sophia, I—”
“No!” Sophia snapped, Matteo hot on her heels. She’d stormed out of the office, not wanting to hear another word.
“Sophia!” Her father’s stern voice stopped her in her tracks.
“No! I’m not signing! I don’t have time for this!” She did something she’d never done before. She got in her father’s face, her finger pointed right at his chest, a second away from poking the bear—literally.
His look went from surprise to anger, and for a second, Sophia wondered if fighting this was the smartest idea, but then a image of Alessandro’s face popped up in her mind, and she knew she had to stand her ground. She would not let her father dictate her life.
“If you would just listen!” Matteo yelled.
“What’s going on here?!” Elizabeth asked, walking into the hallway, and eyeing the
