Sophie

Sophie

She stepped out for a smoke after a while.

“God… my heels are killing me,’ she grumbled. Sophie chose to go for a smoke in the patio. True, no one was supposed to go there, at least, none of the members of the staff. But as long as she was not caught, she did not see the harm in it. The small area was almost deserted. Except for a young man with brown hair and freckles who was standing in the shadows, smoking too.

He turned in some surprise and looked at her. Then he grinned. Sophie thought he had a very disarming smile.

Frowning, she recalled that she had seen him inside, during the party. He had been talking animatedly to Proserpina bl*ody Delano.

She scowled at him but he seemed unperturbed.

‘ Hey, do you want me to leave?’ he asked in some consternation. Sophie met his eyes. He seemed a nice kind, a decent sort, as her mother would have said.

She shook her head and lit up.

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She had not been one for smoking but these days, she felt it gave her a sense of calm. Now she puffe