Sophia’s POV
“What’s your name?”
“Sophia Rosetta Rose.” Twelve-year-old me answered with enthusiasm, missing a tooth, as I stared at the first guy to ever visit my home—Lewis Rain.
“You must love roses.” He’d said with a smile and suddenly brandished a rose from nowhere.
The only son of billionaire merchants, Mr. Gabriel and Mrs. Coleen Rain.
They were close friends of my father, who was the third-generation Chairman of Rose Manufacturing Solutions, a precision manufacturing and component assembly company.
Everyone was wealthy and connected somehow. The only disadvantage was that my parents had me really late. I was learning to walk when everyone’s children had started to fly.
I was homeschooled for a long time until my senior years in high school. So, I barely saw anyone except
