Sophia gritted her teeth and let go of Isabella’s hand. “I’ll sit next to Mr. Brown,” she said.

Isabella had no choice but to help Sophia to her seat before going over to sit beside Sebastian.

Sophia perched at the edge of the sofa, her head still spinning. The scent of William’s cologne drifted over. She had once found it intoxicating, but now it was suffocating.

“Ms. Miller, my wife has a bit of a temper. She was out of line today. I’d ...