Sophia's POV
I couldn't live like this anymore.
The thought had been circling my mind for days, ever since that near-disaster at the charity auction. Every morning I woke up with a knot in my stomach. Every conversation felt like walking through a minefield. Every time Vito turned his attention toward me with that unreadable expression hidden behind dark sunglasses, I found myself holding my breath, waiting for the moment he'd finally see through the facade.
I need to tell him the truth.
The decision had been forming slowly, like ice crystallizing on a winter pond. I was tired of the constant vigilance, the endless performance, the suffocating weight of Isabella's identity pressing down on my chest. Whatever consequences came from revealing who I really was—they couldn't be worse than
