Alessia’s Pov
The morning sun filtered through my curtains, teasing me awake. My eyes fluttered open, and I groaned, burying my face in the pillow for a moment. But then Sophia’s pleading voice from the night before echoed in my mind, and I sat up, determination replacing my sluggishness.
Today, I was going to help her. No matter what.
I grabbed my phone off the bedside table and dialed Sophia’s number. She picked up after the second ring.
“Hello?” Her voice sounded small, hesitant.
“Sophia, it’s me,” I said brightly, trying to lift her mood. “I’ve been thinking about what you said, and I’ve got a plan. Before we even think about the bar, I’m taking you to a few other places. We’ll try a café, a salon, and maybe another bar. Someone will say yes.”
There was a pause before she spoke.
