SOPHIA’S POV
It was 3pm on Saturday and I still hadn’t seen Jace since our fight. I didn’t know why he was on my mind. Maybe it was because part of me feared he’d stand me up at the wedding.
I should’ve felt relieved but instead, I felt something worse. Maybe it was pride. Maybe it was the thought of losing to Anita and her clingy little minion.
I sighed and stepped out of the bathtub. One of the staff was already in my room, waiting with trays of facials and body oils.
It was less than a day to the wedding and the groom wasn’t even responding to my texts.
Screw him.
I picked up my phone and scrolled through our chat again.
Still nothing.
I let them take me through the beauty routine. I nodded when they asked questions and smiled when they complimented my skin but deep down I was
