SOPHIA’S POV
The ballroom was buzzing, music flowing smooth as champagne, but my mind wasn’t on the dance floor.
Gregory’s phone was back in his pocket, and Davis was already on his way.
I leaned against the balcony, pretending to take in the city lights, though my pulse hummed with anticipation.
Emily walked up to me. “I must admit, I didn’t know you had it in you,” she said.
I smiled. “Well, I do. And there’s more where that came from.”
“I’d tell you how our plan worked perfectly but maybe when you come see me tomorrow,” she said.
“Definitely. Can’t have them seeing us together,” I responded.
She walked off to her peers.
I took a sip from my drink, watching the door for when Davis would step in.
A girl walked up to me.
“Hi, I’m Ruby,” she said.
“Sophia,” I responded.
