Sophia’s voice was flat. “Really?”
William nodded without hesitation.
“Come on, Nora—men’s section upstairs.” Sophia tugged Nora’s hand and turned to leave.
Nora hesitated. “For William? What if nothing fits?”
“If it doesn’t fit, that’s on him for refusing to come.” Sophia flicked a cold glance at William. “We’re buying you clothes. Coming or not?”
“Not.” William planted himself, determined to show some backbone.
Sophia’s eyes narrowed.
The temperature seemed to drop ten degrees. A shiver crawled up William’s spine.
“…Fine, I’m coming.” He surrendered, scooped up the bags, and trailed after them toward the escalator.
As they walked, he smiled wryly to himself. This was clearly payback. He’d gotten more than he bargained for that morning—accidental or not—and Sophia’s retaliation h
