SOPHIA'S POV
I scratched the back of my neck, my voice catching as I tried to make sense of Mr. Graham's words. “Sir… what’s happening tonight? I don’t understand.”
He raised his eyebrow to look at me, and I could feel my cheeks heating up.
My mind went into overdrive, imagining the worst, wondering if he was talking about our… our nuptial night. Was that why he was being so calm today?
I swallowed, looking down as I stammered, “But, sir… that… that wasn’t part of our contract—”
He frowned, clearly baffled. “What are you talking about, Ms. Clark?”
“Tonight,” I repeated, still looking down, nervously playing with my fingers. “Are we… are we going to be… together tonight?”
Mr. Graham's face shifted, and for a moment, he almost looked amused. “Don’t get any ideas, Ms. Clark. What exac
