Timothy's POV
"No." She turns to face me. Her eyes are bright with unshed tears. Angry tears. "I'm done pretending. I'm done lying to myself and everyone else."
"What are you talking about?" My voice comes out strangled.
"I stooped low enough to hate her." Sophia's voice breaks. "Penelope. I hated that girl—envied her—all because of you. Do you know how pathetic that makes me feel?"
"Sophia"
"I wanted you." She stands abruptly. Her chair scrapes against the floor. "God help me, I actually wanted you. All those rumors about you being good in the bedroom that was part of why I agreed to this alliance. I thought maybe." She laughs bitterly. "I thought maybe I could make you forget her."
"This isn't the place" Dad tries to interject.
"Where else?" Sophia whirls on him. "In private? Wher
