Sophia
Hidden Struggles.
I sat down at my desk, exhaling. The knot that had formed in my head was beginning to ease up. Just as I was about to call for Isabella, she slipped in through the door and shook her cherry hair as she did.
"What?" I asked with a raised brow.
"Everyone's a mess, everything. The staff are afraid that they might lose their jobs." She said, and I blinked, not sure what to say.
I hadn't been able to think clearly since the penthouse vacation; of course, the news had spread like wildfire, news that was almost too good to be true.
How Ricci had swooped in like a knight in shining armor to save his bride. Of course, that was exactly what happened.
For once, the paparazzi didn't spread fake news.
But the feeling I couldn't shake, the thought that had always filled
