THERE ARE NO words to describe the shock and distaste that emit through my very being when Sofia shows up at my door that Saturday. I should have known my days have been far too peaceful recently. Xavier hasn’t been bothering me since I made my feeling clear last time we spoke and I even planned to go to the bar to see Sonny and Carla.
Of course in this world, good things can’t last forever.
I sigh. “Sofia, to what do I owe this honor?”
“Where did he take you?”
Annoyance flares up in my chest and it takes every ounce of my very being to suppress it. Is she f*****g socially challenged? Even I, the queen of social awkwardness, know better than to come to someone’s house at eleven in the morning on a weekend and start berating them with questions after I was a complete b***h and was
