“MRS. CASTLE. MR. CASTLE. This way please. Some of your party have already arrived and we took the liberty of seating them.” The elegant young man with shiny black hair and a dimple on both cheeks bid them forward with an engaging smile. “Ah,” he exclaimed. “Is this the birthday girl? Sophia, isn't it?”
“Sophie,” Logan grated, his eyes narrowed and mean. Sophie felt like laughing, her stomach a jumble of nerves.
“Sophie, of course, how could I forget?” he apologized with a graceful nod. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
Seeing as she wasn't yet twenty-one, Sophie ordered a coke, and settled herself next to Taylor, while Logan seated himself on her opposite side. Wonderful. She'd be craning her neck all night in order to speak to them both. Her mom and Harry sat direct
