Sophia’s POV

“What’s your name?”

“Sophia Rosetta Rose.” Twelve-year-old me answered with enthusiasm, missing a tooth, as I stared at the first guy to ever visit my home—Lewis Rain.

“You must love roses.” He’d said with a smile and suddenly brandished a rose from nowhere.

The only son of billionaire merchants, Mr. Gabriel and Mrs. Coleen Rain.

They were close friends of my father, who was the third-generation Chairman of Rose Manufacturing Solutions, a precision ...