SOPHIA’S POV
I sat by the bar, taking in the smell of alcohol while I sipped from my mocktail. The discovery I made earlier was sitting heavily on my mind.
Isabella could be dead for all we knew and the woman responsible for it was walking free. While she could never be my friend, Isabella was just another pawn in Beverly’s game that had fulfilled her purpose.
So Beverly discarded of her like she attempted with me. I couldn’t let her get away with it.
I was halfway through my drink when the devil herself decided to join me.
“Why are you drinking here all by yourself, Sophia,” Beverly asked as she sat beside me.
I didn’t look at her. “Do you want an answer or are you just here to gloat?”
She laughed softly, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Oh, I’m not gloating.
