Claire Anderson’s POV
I follow Sophia’s stare back up to her face. She doesn’t look away, her gaze sharpens instead, as if the ring on my finger has personally offended her sense of order. As if it appeared there without warning, without process, without her blessing.
Which, I suppose, it did. I take a sip of my drink, unhurried, seemingly unbothered, but I am like a train wreck on the inside. How and what do I do in a situation such as this? I decide to act as if unaffected by her reaction, with my facial expression, and let my hand remain exactly where it is. If she wants to gawk, she can do it openly. I won’t perform modesty to soften the blow.
Besides, didn’t Jeremy tell her we were engaged or something before? I mean, why is she so surprised by it? I also have the thought that mayb
