Sophia's POV
The restaurant Clark had chosen was nicer than I expected.
Warm lighting, dark wood furniture, and the soft hum of conversation filled the private dining room. About a dozen colleagues were already seated around a large round table when I arrived, and they all stood up to applaud as I walked in.
"There she is! The woman of the hour!"
I felt my face flush. "Please, sit down. This is embarrassing."
"Embarrassing? You just saved the entire project!" Lisa pulled out the chair next to her. "Come on, sit. We ordered champagne."
I settled into my seat as a waiter appeared with a bottle and began filling glasses. The golden bubbles caught the light, and everyone raised their drinks.
"To Isabella Romano," Clark said, standing at the head of the table. "For turning a disaster int
