SOPHIA’S POV
Beverly was sitting in the living room when I walked in from a hectic day on the set.
She dropped her phone and stood up, pulling me into a tight hug. “Sophia it’s been a while.”
I hugged her back, pretending I didn’t see her giving money to Isabella. Her perfume was the same one she always wore, something bold and expensive.
“You look tired,” she said, brushing her hand over my arm. “The industry must be draining you already.”
I gave her a small smile. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
Her eyes flickered, then softened again. “Good. Because you don’t need extra stress right now, you know how heavy things are.”
I desperately wanted to ask her what she was doing with Isabella. I wanted to believe she would tell me the truth. But I didn’t. I had to wait for my PI.
Beverly
