Sophia’s POV

~October 18: Brunch with the Thornes’~

“Sophia, where are your new custom bras? Don’t tell me they don’t fit anymore!” My mom yells from inside my closet.

Seated on my bed, I can’t help but roll my eyes, sighing in annoyance.

“They’re in the last drawer on the left side. And they still fit.” I answer, seriously looking forward to when I stop hearing comments like this about my body.

“I’m sorry!” She yells back, as if hearing my thoughts. She’s been ...