Sophia
A forgotten dream.
Everything about his presence bit into me. He had no right to say that. What the hell was he doing here, late at night, in my bedroom? Our eyes met in the mirror, and I held my breath.
The sound of the dryer was the only noise in the room. I wanted to ask him what he was doing, drying my hair in my bedroom, but no words came out.
The sound of my door opening snapped us back to reality and towards the door. Isabella was coming in but immediately left without a word when she saw Ricci standing there next to me.
I couldn't help but chuckle at her act, and I noticed Richie's lips curled up. I raised my brow.
"So, about Isabella," I started, as he resumed drying my hair.
I didn't see any hesitation when he answered, "What about her?"
His hair fell to his fac
