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Catherine adjusted herself on the couch, her eyes briefly scanning the room before she softly said, "Sophia, could you bring me that scarf I was working on at the hospital? It's in my bag. Knitting helps me focus."Sophia nodded and headed to the corner where her mom's bag was, rummaging through it until she found the unfinished scarf, a soft, cream-colored piece with delicate floral patterns forming at the edges.Handing it to her mom, she sat down across from her, watching as Catherine's hands moved with practiced ease, the rhythmic clicking of the needles filling the silence. After a while, Sophia shifted uneasily in her seat, her voice low but clear. “I’m sorry, Mom,” she began, her words faltering for a moment.Catherine looked up from her knitting, her brow furrowing. “What is it, darling? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”“I got married on a whim… I should’ve told you first,” she said cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper.Catherine froze, her knitting needles halting

When they arrived at Valmere, Alexander headed straight to his study, muttering something about catching up on work. Sophia didn’t mind. She made her way to the kitchen, eager to focus on preparing dinner. Cooking was her escape, a way to silence the noise in her head.She decided on stuffed chicken with herbs, a dish that required careful preparation. As she worked, the familiar rhythm of chopping, stirring, and seasoning brought her a sense of calm. One hour later, the meal was ready, and she set the table with precision. Just as she placed the last fork, Alexander entered the dining room.He didn’t say much at first, simply taking his seat as she served him. They ate in silence, but Sophia noticed something unusual. Alexander, who normally approached meals like they were a chore, seemed to linger over each bite. He chewed slower, his gaze distant, as though he were somewhere else entirely.Sophia's cooking always reminded him of his mother.“Is everything okay?” Sophia asked hesit

Emily pretended to be hurt. “Ouch, that hurts, girl.” She winked and walked back to her desk, leaving Sophia alone with her thoughts. As noon approached, Sophia’s nerves were frayed. She’d managed to pull together three drafts using older ideas, but she knew Nina would still find a way to twist things. Just as she was finalizing the third draft, Nina’s voice cut through the office. “Sophia,” she said, sauntering over. “It’s almost noon. Do you have my drafts?” Sophia looked up, her heart sinking. But before she could respond, a sharp clap echoed through the room. “Attention, everyone!” Carla Lennox stood in the doorway, her commanding presence silencing the office. “I have an announcement.” The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to Carla. “Sophia Blackwell,” Carla began, her gaze locking on Sophia. “From now on, you don’t need to submit your drafts to senior designers. You’ll submit th

When they were a few blocks from the Allure building, Sophia waved Emma and Grace goodbye as she got out of the cab. Her eyes scanned the street ahead, searching for the familiar black sedan. It was parked a few blocks away, the headlights blinking to life as she approached. She smiled faintly, appreciating the driver’s punctuality. As she reached for the back door, the driver’s side opened. To her surprise, Alexander stepped out, adjusting the cuff of his tailored suit. “You want me to be your driver now?” he asked, his voice carrying an amused undertone. Sophia froze for a second, startled. “Alexander? How… How are you here so fast? I left you at the Image Club an hour ago.” His eyes twinkled with subtle mischief. “Thank you?” he prompted, gesturing toward the front passenger door. Realizing she was still standing there like a statue, Sophia muttered a quick, “Oh! Thank you,” before sliding

Sophia’s journey at Allure Fashion was anything but smooth, but her determination and natural talent made her stand out. Late nights working on sketches, brainstorming sessions with Emily, and countless hours perfecting every detail were finally paying off. Her latest project, a line of elegant evening wear, had just received glowing feedback from one of the company’s most influential clients.After the meeting, Carla approached her with a rare smile. “Sophia, that was impressive,” she said, her usually sharp tone softer. “The clients were satisfied, frankly, and so am I. You possess an eye for detail that most designers don't have. Keep this up, and you’ll go far.”Sophia felt her chest swell with pride. “Thank you, Carla. That means a lot coming from you.”“Just don’t let it get over your head,” Carla said with a wink before turning to leave. “Stay focused.”As Sophia returned to her desk, her heart brimmed with excitement. She had wor