Sophie’s pov ;
I was curled up on the sofa, hugging a pillow and half-watching the television. The sounds from the screen painted vague scenes in my head, but my attention was elsewhere until Jenna's voice snapped me back to reality.
“Sophie, do you still remember Ronny, the beauty from the department next door?” she called.
I turned slightly, still clutching the pillow. “I remember her. What’s wrong?”
Jenna’s voice carried a mix of irritation and amusement. “Well, it seems like she’s back with Sam, and now she’s flooding i********: and forums with sarcastic comments.”
“Really?” I asked, half-distracted.
“She’s been posting gems like this: ‘People who truly love each other will eventually be together, no matter the meddling of certain people with bad intentions.’* And,
