SOPHIA'S POV
I could see the bonfire ahead.
I walked faster but then something made me stop.
What was I doing? Did I really think Damien would help me after he'd hung up on me earlier? Did I really believe my mate - the man who'd chosen his mistress over me at every turn - would suddenly stand up to his best friend for my sake?
I turned around. A waiter passed by carrying a tray of wine glasses. I grabbed one without thinking.
Then I walked back toward the bonfire.
I could see them all now. Damien was sitting in a beach chair. His arm was casually draped across the back of Tiffany's seat. She was leaning into him, giggling at something. Ashley was playing in the sand nearby, building something with another child. And Simon - Simon was standing with Nate and a few others
