Raton’s POV
While I still stared at her in shock, Sophia gestured to get the waiter to come take the orders. I already had a bottle of wine on the table and she wouldn't prefer something else.
Well, it was better for her because I wasn’t ready to give her the audience she wanted. My mind was far from what was happening there, it was focused on how to prevent Valerie from reaching the venue.
“A bottle of red wine please, any brand.” She snapped as the waiter walked up to her.
“What’s the meaning of this, Sophia?” I questioned, my voice calm but hard.
She didn’t say anything, instead, she watched the waiter as he walked away. Then she finally spoke up, “Would you want to chase me away?”
“Make your point, I don’t have time for your dirty games!” I yelled, slamming my hand against t
