Sophia's POV
I still didn't have an answer for Lucas's words about me being fierce the other day. I didn't want to dwell on the issue, or want to discuss anything about Laura, or Donald. I knew if I'm to discuss Laura with Lucas, there was no way I wouldn't mention Donald, and that might just make me say more than necessary.
As the car continued its smooth journey, a comfortable silence settled between us. It was a silence that felt less like an awkward void and more like a shared space, filled with unspoken acknowledgments. Then, out of the blue, Lucas spoke again, his voice a low murmur. "Your dress looks beautiful, Sophia."
I blinked, caught completely off guard. My dress? This plain, slightly faded navy dress? It was the most I could do to look presentable after a grueling day of w
