Sophia's POV
The elevator doors closed with a soft sound. I was finally alone, away from tonight's disaster. My reflection stared back at me from the steel walls. I still looked like Isabella, still lived her lie, but I felt completely exhausted.
God, that was close. Too close.
I leaned against the elevator wall. For just a moment, I could let my guard down before facing Vito again. The memory of standing frozen on that stage made my stomach turn. Maria's question had hung in the air like a knife ready to cut me down.
"What period is this piece from, Mrs. Romano?"
Such a simple question. Any art student could have answered it easily. But I stood there like a deer in headlights, seconds away from exposing myself in front of everyone.
The elevator reached our floor. I straightened up a
