SOPHIA’S POV
The event started and the guest were already sending in their envelopes.
I scanned the room for Valentina Cross and caught her conversing with Mrs Whitford, Amber-Leigh’s mother.
I joined them.
“Good day, Mrs Whitford,” I turned to Valentina. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Valentina.”
Her eyes flicked over me, assessing me.
“Sophia Thorne,” she said, with a polite but distant tone.
Mrs Whitford gave me a thin smile. “Sophia, dear. We were talking about the importance of consistency in the image. Valentina has very strong opinions on how scandals can destroy an actress’s career overnight.”
My stomach clenched. That was no coincidence. She must have been feeding Valentina lies and half truths about me.
“I’m aware,” I said. “Which is why I focus on the work itself
