SOPHIA
I always knew I would survive.
Even when things got messy. Even when people whispered. Even when Zane’s temper flared and money slipped through our fingers faster than either of us liked to admit. I adapted. I reinvented. I made myself desirable again.
That was my gift.
The city loved reinvention, and Los Angeles loved spectacle. I gave it both.
I checked my reflection in the tinted window of the car as we pulled up to the gates. Perfect lighting. Perfect angles. My stylist had done well this morning. Soft waves, neutral makeup, the kind that whispered effortless wealth instead of screaming it.
My phone buzzed in my hand.
Another sponsorship email.
I smiled and ignored it.
Let them wait.
Zane shifted beside me, adjusting his cufflinks for the third time. He looked good on
