Thirty-Three: Stay Away From My Mother.

Sofia ran her hands through her wet hair, with the water from the shower gracing along her frame. Turning the temperature up, her skin glossed a bright red color and the heat of the water calmed her nerves for tonight.

“We’re going to be late” Oscar’s voice forced her to withdraw from her subconscious and the bathroom was thick with steam as she stepped out.

“Oh i won’t take so long to get ready” Sofia brushed past his shoulders as she reached for the robe around her body. “Said every woman ever” Oscar sarcastically remarked and she batted her eyelashes.

Except Sofia Winters was not like every other woman—she barely wore makeup at all. Maybe just a lip liner or a gloss. The most, a mascara. All her life there was nothing that fancied her about coloring her face.

It was not as if she was so confident on her own because there were instances where she would look the unrecognizable figure in the mirror and she’d come so close to tears. Growing up, it was so difficult to accept she was th