The Hockey Captain’s Fake Girlfriend
Isabella
Sofia Marchetti smelled like expensive perfume and old history, and she settled into the booth like she owned it, which, Isabella suspected, was probably true in every way that mattered on this campus.
“I’m sorry, I’m being so rude,” Sofia said, not sounding sorry at all, extending a manicured hand across the table. “Sofia. Luca and I dated freshman year. You must be the famous girlfriend everyone’s been talking about.”
“Isabella.” She shook the hand because refusing would look worse on camera than accepting, and camera optics, apparently, were the only currency that mattered tonight. “I didn’t realize we had fans yet.”