Sophia's POV
My one-night stand.
"Sophia." Aurora's voice came out barely above a whisper. "This — how is this possible?"
I couldn't answer. My mind had gone completely blank.
Every plan I had walked in with, every careful calculation, every prepared word — all of it collapsed at once, like a structure with the floor pulled out from under it.
The emotions I had just barely held in check came flooding back all at once. Shock. Humiliation. Panic. A surge of something almost like grief.
My fingers twisted into my skirt. I could feel my nails breaking skin and couldn't bring myself to care.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to run.
But I was sitting three feet from Eleanor and every eye in the room was in motion and there was nowhere to go.
I sat very still and maintained what remained of
