Soft.
Fragile.
Strategic.
Lily rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might detach permanently.
“You should’ve gone into acting.”
Instant tears gathered in Sophie’s eyes.
Impressive.
Weaponized vulnerability at Olympic level.
Then softly…
Very softly…
She looked toward Lily.
“Miss Lily… are you upset because you like Harrison?”
The entire room paused again.
Oh, she was bold today.
Lily blinked once.
Then burst out laughing.
Not amused laughter.
Dangerous laughter.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she said, “trust me. Harrison Grant is absolutely not my type.”
Theo whispered loudly, “Survival instinct. Respect.”
Then Sophie looked toward me.
Carefully.
Testing.
“And Miss West?” she asked softly.
Ah.
There it was.
The real question.
The room practically leaned forward collectivel
