Chapter 24
SOPHIA
Leaving the Quinn Estate is no easy feat.
But I’m not leaving. More like escaping.
After Ainsley leaves Noah’s room—and me reeling, I pack the rest of my weekend bag, slipping down the stairs. Hair still wet from my shower, jeans and fluffy sweater on, my fingers are still fumbling with the straps to my bag, one shoe half on—as usual, as I slip down the stairs, nearly stumbling half of the way.
But the main house on the estate is crowded, packed now that the wedding is only a few hours away, and leaving the front door without conjuring up questions is almost impossible.
I’m almost all the way down when my cell phone rings, sending me flying, more like scurrying into the only place that’s not overflowing with eager guests—a bathroom.
The cement gray-painted powder r
