SOPHIA’S POV
I walked into the building with my head high even though my palms were clammy and my chest felt tight.
The receptionist barely looked up before pointing me down the hall. Room 4. My new beginning.
I could already hear voices inside: laughter, chattering, and the shuffle of papers and feet.
When I pushed open the door, I saw the girls talking in groups. Immediately I was noticed, the room dropped into silence.
A few girls turned their heads. Some of them recognized me immediately. The ring on my finger might as well have glowed.
The Jace Thorne’s fiancée.
The girl in the middle of a scandal. The placeholder. The one carrying the name but not the baby.
“Is that her?” I heard a whisper from the back.
Another voice followed, louder this time. “Wow. She’s prettier in re
