CHAPTER 21
Sophia’s POV
The music was pounding in my ears, and the neon lights flashed erratically, casting a surreal glow over the crowded dance floor. Jason had dragged me here with the promise of a good time, but my mind was far from the pounding bass and swirling dancers. It was consumed by the image of Henry with another woman.
I half-heartedly moved to the beat as Jason settled onto a barstool beside me. He could sense my unease, but he was determined to make me enjoy the night.
"Are you having a good time?" he asked, shouting over the music.
I shrugged, not wanting to dampen his enthusiasm. "It's not really my scene, to be honest."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Sophia, you need to let loose once in a while. Life isn't just about work and studies."
Jason waved over the bar
