Sophia’s P.O.V

Gabriella stepped in front of me, heels clicking against the marble like a warning. Her gaze dragged up and down my figure, lingering just a little too long on the dress that clung to my curves, the one I had hesitated to wear because I thought it might be too much.

Too loud. Too confident.

But right now, I was glad I wore it. Because the fire behind her eyes told me everything I needed to know.

“So,” Gabriella sneered, crossing her arms tightly ...