Sophia’s POV

I turn to look at the white-haired woman, who stares at Jake, her eyes widening with delight.

She is his mother?

“The same Sophia?!” She expresses and meets my gaze. Then she laughs, eyes forming a happy line. “You must be mistaken, Jake… She is getting married to Abigail’s first son.”

“Doesn’t matta…” Jake says beside me.

My mouth falls open. I return my eyes to his. And he just purses his lips, folds his arms on the armrest of my chair, while holding my ...