SOPHIA’S POV
“I want you to find out anything you can. Beverly and Isabella hanging out can’t be for good,” I said.
The PI nodded. “Yes ma’am. Do I deliver the news directly to you or through Emily?”
“Deliver it straight to me,” I said.
He nodded, stood up, and left.
I had arranged the meeting in a private restaurant, putting my husband’s money to use and booking the whole place.
It was worth it to have a private conversation without my PI trending in the news.
I picked up my glass of water and swirled it slowly, watching the condensation slide down the side.
The restaurant was quiet, empty except for the staff and the soft hum of music in the background.
I checked my phone once for Jace’s text, then set it face down, refusing to let any distractions break the moment.
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