Dami’s POV

The sound of the door slamming echoed faintly down the hall after Sophia stormed out. For a moment, neither Rhea nor I spoke. Her sudden outburst left a bitter taste in my mouth, like something childish that didn’t belong in the calmness of the evening.

I let out a quiet sigh, shaking my head. Immature was the only word that fit. For someone who prided herself on control, Sophia was acting like a jealous teenager.

“She’ll come around,” Rhea said softly beside me, offering ...