Sophia’s POV
Emily grabbed my shoulders dramatically.
“You’re going.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“You heard him,” she continued. “He asked you to come over.”
“I didn’t say yes.”
Tristan leaned back in his chair, folding his arms like a judge preparing a verdict.
“You didn’t say no either.”
“That’s not the point.”
My mother walked back toward the table, drying her hands with the kitchen towel.
“Why don’t you want to go?” she asked gently.
I stared at the table.
“I don’t know…”
Emily scoffed.
“You know exactly why.”
Tristan pointed at me.
“She’s nervous.”
“I am not nervous.”
“You’re nervous.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
My father chuckled quietly from the other side of the table.
“It’s normal to be nervous the first time you visit someone important to you.”
I groaned.
“You’re all
