Sophia’s POV
It’s been one long week since Alexander went on his business trip.
Seated on a bean bag sofa in my bedroom, I think back to that eventful night, on December 31st, as I stare at the picture frame in my hand. It’s the one he gave me. My eyes are glued only to his face. He’s staring at me, and I’m doing the same.
How did this even happen?
Barbara wanted everyone to take pictures together in the gazebo, but Dimitri was all over the place, waiting for his wife, Lena. Before this, I’d caught Alexander staring at me a few times. We couldn’t wait for Dimitri any longer and decided to take the pictures without him.
I was sitting at the edge of the bench. But one of the guys appeared, and I had to lift my eyes. It was him—the man who came to receive me after I’d checked into the p
