Sophia blinked in stunned disbelief, her mind spinning in shock. Her nails dug into the armrest of the chair, knuckles turning white. Today was supposed to be her day—when everything would finally go her way. But instead, it felt as though the universe had conspired against her.
"Did I wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?" Sophia muttered under her breath, the words barely audible. But the tension in the air was so thick, that everyone in the room caught it.
William's brow furrowed, his usual calm demeanor slipping for just a moment. He glanced between Sophia and Annabelle, his eyes lingering on Evelyn for a heartbeat too long. Doubt flashed across his features— as if believing the kid's words for a split second.
But before he could ponder further, Sophia quickly put on her damsel show. Tears welled up in her eyes, the perfect weapon in her arsenal.