"He's doing this for you, isn't he? At least go take a look, will you?"

Lauren didn’t say much else. She just handed Sophia the address of a private club.

"Ms. Miller, I hope you’ll make things clear with him. We’re getting engaged by the end of the year. And I’m not exactly the type who likes people messing with what’s mine."

As Sophia stepped into the elevator, she couldn’t help but laugh at Lauren’s so-called warning.

She wasn’t ...