“Yeah, but it won’t be real. I can’t stand him,” I twist my face into a dramatic grimace. “So most of the time, I’ll be setting the two of you up together. Wouldn’t that be great?”
“I don’t know…” Sophie sinks back onto the bed, her shoulders sagging. “Is your elegant and refined brother really okay with this?”
Elegant and refined? I arch a brow, suppressing a grin. “He said he wants someone outside his usual type, just for show. He’ll cover all expenses related to you.”
I take her hand, squeezing it gently.
“You and I can go to those boring events together from now on. We’ll be closer.”
I hadn’t considered that part before, but now it sounds perfect, Sophie living with me, the two of us bracing against the endless parade of parties my parents throw, dragging me along like a show
