Sophia’s P.O.V

The sharp click of my heels echoed off the grand marble staircase, slicing through the silence like a blade through silk. I took my time, savoring each step, feeling the cool marble beneath the delicate arch of my foot as I descended. It had been years—years—since I'd worn heels, having tucked them away in the back of my closet when motherhood claimed me, when comfort trumped elegance and exhaustion won over vanity.

But not tonight. Tonight, I remembered who ...