Sophia’s POV
I back up one step, and with a gasp, lose my footing.
“Mi amor?” Mario catches me quickly, forcing my eyes on him. “Don’t ruin the dress, okay?”
I nod and return my gaze to Candace. There’s a fire in her eyes; one I can tell is here to burn me.
A lump forms in my throat. I fist my fingers.
My mom is staring at her.
“What’s going on?” Jordyn and Layla chorus over the phone.
Mario releases me and motions toward her. “Señorita… your fitting was hours ago.” He sings, holding pins and handmade flowers.
“Señorita…? And she’s… mi amor?” Candace scoffs in distaste, flashing me a nasty glare that tells me she’s offended and hurt.
“She’s the bride. My amor.” Mario answers, unbothered.
“Who is she?” My mom grips my arm. “She looks familiar.”
“Sophia and I have something very
