SOPHIA’S POV
Beverly was talking to her brother, Kyle, when I walked down the stairs the next day. Just how much had she done behind my back?
She was in a robe and had a face mask on. How ironic because she was a two-faced b***h.
She looked up and smiled at me. “Sophia, you look lovely today.”
I smiled. “Thank you, Bev.”
Her smile waned. “Only Jace calls me Bev, you know that.”
“And I think it’s a fantastic abbreviation so I’m stealing it,” I said, my smile widening as I dropped my bag on the table. “Or is that name for Jace only?”
Kyle laughed. “Exactly. I don’t know why she gets offended.”
Beverly waved at Kyle and turned her attention back to me, adjusting the robe to drape over her shoulders.
I took the cup of coffee the maid had set on the table beside me. “Thank you.”
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