Chapter 8: Plotting to Be a Stand-In
(Roxana's POV)
Sunlight filtered through the tree canopy, casting fragmented shadows at Sophie Clarke's feet. She tugged at the small strap of her LV bag, her steps light and carefree. Suddenly, urgent bell ringing echoed from behind: "Excuse me, coming through... please let me pass!"
I deliberately let my bicycle "lose control," tumbling into the flower bed with a dramatic crash. The plan worked perfectly - Sophie's attention was immediately captured.
"Oh my God! Are you okay?" Sophie rushed over, her face full of concern.
I groaned softly, brushing dirt from my clothes. "I'm fine, just a little scraped up."
Sophie's eyes widened with recognition. "Wait... aren't you the girl from The St. Regis? Do you remember me?"
I feigned confusion, t
