Sophia’s POV

‘What could go wrong?’

“Everything, Sophia… or maybe you’re just being paranoid…” I murmur to myself as I follow the rose petals, all changed.

Yes, I changed into the outfit. I did. I’m probably not thinking.

I fidget with my French manicured nails, curving a corner that leads to the 70th floor. My steps are slow and hesitant.

The coolness of the penthouse caresses my exposed thighs. The socks get just below my knees, feet buried in pink furry slides. The tiny ...