Monday morning hit me like a brick to the face.I woke up to the sound of Jackson getting ready for school, and for a split second, I forgot about the disaster my life had become. Then I checked my phone.Seventeen missed calls. Forty-three unread messages. And one text from Agatha that made my stomach drop to the floor:We need to talk. Kitchen. 8 AM sharp.Shit.I dragged myself out of bed and threw on the first clean clothes I could find. When I walked into the kitchen, both Mr. and Mrs. Walker were sitting at the table with coffee cups and serious expressions.Jackson was nowhere to be seen, which probably meant they'd already sent him off to school early. Smart move. This was about to get ugly."Sit down, Sofia," Mr. Walker said, gesturing to the chair across from them.I sat, trying to read their faces. Agatha looked tired, like she hadn't slept much. Mr. Walker just looked... disappointed."I'm sure you know why we wanted to talk," Agatha began, her voice carefully neutral."Th
FOURTEENWhen I got back to the house, Mom was waiting with that look—the one that meant she had questions and wasn't going to let me escape without answers."So?" she asked, not even pretending to be casual about it."So what?""Don't play dumb with me, Sofia. Your dad told me about the whole Archie situation. And now you disappear to 'buy bread' and come back empty-handed but looking like you've seen a ghost."I slumped into a chair at the kitchen table. Jackson was still demolishing his waffles, but I could tell he was listening to every word."It's complicated, Mom.""Everything worth talking about usually is."I sighed, running my hands through my hair. "He apologized. Said he wants to have coffee sometime. No drama, no cameras, just... normal."Mom raised an eyebrow. "And?""And I don't know if he's full of shit or not."Jackson suddenly looked up from his plate, syrup still on his chin."He's not."Both Mom and I turned to stare at him."What?" I asked."He's not full of shit,"
I slept like I’d been knocked out. Literally. No dreams, no tossing and turning, not even the usual existential insomnia. Just darkness—and the best pillow in the world: the one from my childhood, the one that smells like cheap fabric softener and home.I woke up to the sound of the microwave and the unmistakable smell of frozen waffles. Jackson was already in the kitchen, eating like he hadn’t seen food in three days. My mom was talking to him in that soft, maternal tone she only used with kids and grumpy customers at the store.“And how are you doing?” she asked when she saw me walk in.“Better. Though I think I’ve lost a year of my life this week.”“You’ve got some to spare.”I smiled. Mom always knew when to say something dumb just to make me laugh. I sat down next to Jackson, who had syrup on his eyelashes.“Did you talk to Archie?” he asked suddenly, without even looking up.I almost choked on my first sip of coffee.“Excuse me?”“I’m just saying… he looked sad.”I stared at him
When I shut the door, it felt like all the air left my lungs.My head buzzed, my heart pounded, and my stomach twisted like I’d just run a marathon.I had made myself clear.I wasn’t going to be part of Archie Garland and Kylie Webber’s circus.They weren’t going to use me to fix their images. They weren’t going to manipulate me. They weren’t going to decide my life for me.But saying it was one thing.Feeling like the fight was actually over was another.My hands were still shaking.I let out a deep breath and collapsed onto the couch, rubbing my face with both hands.I just wanted a break.I just wanted to get out of this damn building and breathe.Knock, knock, knock.The sound made me jump.I turned toward the door, nerves still on edge.Please don’t be Archie.I didn’t have the energy to deal with more of his nonsense today.I walked over and opened it.And there he was.My dad.Wearing his usual jacket, a warm smile on his face, arms open wide.—Come here, kiddo.I didn’t even h
Take care.Ágatha’s last words kept echoing in my head as I put my phone away.I knew what they meant.The scandal had already reached my bosses. And on Monday, I was in for a conversation I definitely wasn’t going to like.I sighed and walked out of the building. I needed to clear my head, even if just for a few minutes.But the universe had other plans.Just as I turned the corner, I ran straight into the last thing I wanted to see in this world.A horde of paparazzi."It’s her!" one of them shouted, raising his camera like a soldier ready for battle."Sofía, look this way! Are you dating Archie?""How did it start? Is this a PR stunt?"Oh, for the love of God.I froze for a second, but then my survival instincts kicked in.Run.Without thinking twice, I spun around and bolted in the opposite direction."Sofía, wait!"Not a chance.I ran like a final girl in a horror movie—dodging people, jumping over steps, and losing every ounce of dignity in the process.A car honked as I crossed
"No way.""Oh, come on," Archie protested. "Ninety percent of my fans hate you because they think you got between Kylie and me. If we say we're together and come up with a good story, we can change the narrative in your favor.""I don’t want that, Garland!" I huffed, running a hand through my hair, exasperated. "I want my life back the way it was a week ago—anonymous. And look where I am now because of you.""Maybe Archie has a point," Damon cut in, his tone as cool and calculating as ever. "A few statements, some pictures together, and in a few weeks, we ‘break up.’ People will forget about you quickly."I shot him a glare."Whose side are you on? Five minutes ago, you said we needed to deny it."Damon shrugged, indifferent."I'm on the production company's side. And Archie’s plan isn’t bad. It could work.""What about Kylie?""We can just say it didn’t work out between them, that they went out a couple of times and decided to stay friends.""Right. And the photo she posted the other