CHAPTER 14

Sophie

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My phone ringtone played an alarm, waking me up from the sweet arms of sleep. My hand blindly fumbled the bed for my phone, and when it found it, it brought it to my face.

“Hey, Romi.” I yawned soon after picking up the call.

“Mia has started again. She just set a meeting by 7:30,” she uttered, frustration pinching her voice.

“What?” I jolted up. I glanced at my phone—7 a.m. “Why would she do that? And Mr.Beckham?”

A little grunt escaped Romi. "Mr. Beckham doesn’t give a fuck what she does as long as she brings the fashion show to his hotel.” She added.

“I’ll be on my way.” I ended the call and sprang up.

A sudden wave of dizziness forced me back onto the bed. I shut my eyes and massaged my head for a few seconds before springing up and heading to the bathroom. Sitting here and dealing with morning sickness wouldn't help.

I had fallen asleep in my clothes last night after getting home very late—probably around 11. I was so tired, I hadn't even bothered to change.