Sophia’s P.O.V

I looked up just in time to see her cutting through the crowd with that unmistakable air of elegance that could only belong to someone who’d ruled rooms for decades. She wore a fitted black dress, simple and regal, with her silver-streaked hair swept into a perfect chignon. She looked like a queen who never needed a crown and for a second, I just stared.

The resemblance was undeniable. The same piercing blue eyes as Nathan’s, the same sharp cheekbones, the ...