Sophia’s POV

“Mrs. Thorne?!” Dimitri yells.

I snap my head over my shoulder and pause to see everyone now staring at me, including my husband.

“Where are you going? We’re right here!” Dimitri says, coming out of somewhere and holding a tray of food. A white woolen shawl hangs on his shoulder.

I push a smile, take a deep breath, run my palms over my hair, and turn around, headed toward them. The delicious smell of grilled steak fills the air, seeping into my nostrils. “Hi, ...