Sophia’s P.O.V

I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck. There she was again, Gabriella standing like a goddamn bathroom gatekeeper, arms crossed, lips pursed like she was auditioning for a drama queen role on one of those over-the-top telenovelas. I was tired, annoyed, and desperately needed to pee, but no, apparently, that had to wait because Gabriella had some cosmic score to settle.

I huffed, brushing a hand through my hair. “What exactly do you want, ...