I walked over and leaned on the railing beside her. “What’s your plan?” I asked.

“If Mike dies in the future, I’ll be first in line to inherit,” Sophia said, raising her eyebrow. “That’s my plan.”

“Then you’ll need your name in his spouse column.”

"Obviously,” Sophia smirked. “Do they really think I’m just a pretty face? When I was busy being a ‘decorative vase,’ she was probably still learning her ...