“You two should marry on the same date we planned. Michael and I will definitely be there on time! Just remember—don’t accidentally put my name, Sophia Carter, on the invitation as the bride!”
The pair nearly jumped out of their skins. Daniel even stepped back instinctively.
“Sophia, it was just an act, nothing more.”
“Oh, I know. Congratulations to you both—truly.”
“The hotel thing was a misunderstanding,” Daniel insisted, quickly pulling out a receipt. “Emily and I were only there to eat.”
That, I had no doubt—he had eaten exactly what he wanted.
“Funny,” Michael interjected smoothly, “when I asked David Lee, he told me you were seen in a non-dining area.”
“Michael Harris, stop trying to drive a wedge between us! This is between me and Sophia. It’s none of your business.”
Daniel turned to me, his voice rising. “Sophia Carter, haven’t you made enough of a scene?”
“If you think this is me making a scene,” I said coolly, “then you haven’t seen anything yet.”
What made me roll my eyes even more was Emily chiming in with smug confidence: