Sophia’s POV
It’s the first day of the month.
“September, please be good to me,” I mumble under my breath, not sure of what I’m hoping for as I step into Thorne Electronics.
Forty floors and architecturally magnificent; it’s phenomenal.
I walk hand in hand with my mom, following her through the revolving door.
My breath stops the second I see Alexander approaching us, flanked by men and women in suits, clothed in a tailored royal blue suit, brown tie, brown shoes, and looking drop-dead fine.
“Just look at him, Sophia…” My mom whispers in admiration, stroking my back with pride.
My chest flutters just from seeing him.
“My love?” My father calls.
I look over my shoulder to see him stretching a pink, folded handkerchief to me.
“You dropped this.”
“Thank you, Dad,” I mutter and take
