SOPHIA’S POV
“And where is she going this morning?” I heard Anita say as I came down the stairs.
I sighed.
Here we go again.
Anita was seated on a chaise, delicately placing a pale pink macaroon into her mouth. Isabella sat beside her, matching Anita’s posture, daintily nibbling too.
“Classes and auditions,” I responded.
Anita’s face turned sour. “With my son’s money, no less. When will you stop leeching off us?”
“Jace is my fiancé. If he wants to spend on me, that’s his choice. What’s wrong with having a man who provides?” I asked.
Anita walked up to me and landed a slap on my face.
“Watch how you speak to me, girl! Jace is not here to save you and I can have you locked in a cell because I feel like it. You poor disgusting maid,” Anita spat.
I held my face, still reeling from
