#219 “You will be Married to Alexander.”

Becky looked troubled by Sophia’s question. She opened the fridge and started rummaging in there, not looking for anything in particular, just giving herself time to think about how to answer.

The kitchen was dimly lit, the soft glow of the refrigerator casting shadows across the room. The faint hum of the appliance filled the air, a steady background noise punctuating the tense silence between the two women.

“Come on, tell me,” Sophia invited her, her voice echoing slightly in the quiet kitchen. “I have a right to know why you don’t like me.”

Becky’s fingers paused in their aimless search as she considered Sophia’s request. Her brow furrowed with uncertainty, betraying the turmoil of emotions swirling within her.

“Not that I don’t like you,” Becky sighed, her voice carrying a hint of resignation. “Just… what are you doing with Benjamin?”

Sophia’s laughter rang out, a bright contrast to the somber atmosphere. The sound seemed to bounce off the walls, momentarily breaking the tension in the room.

“Sorry, I think you got things wrong,” Sophia said, her laughter subsiding into a warm smile. “Me and Benjamin are brother and sister.”

Becky’s eyes widened in disbelief, her surprise evident in the way her gaze darted back and forth between Sophia’s face and the contents of the refrigerator.

say anywhere that he has a sister, nor

Sophia said, her tone

sit down, and

for a moment before crossing the kitchen to join Sophia on the sofa. The cushions sank

their convoluted story, her words filling the quiet space as she detailed their journey of discovery. She painted a vivid picture of the tangled web

shock, her features contorting with each new revelation. The kitchen seemed to shrink around them,

tinged with wry humor. “I also have a friend Alexander. You must have heard

replied thoughtfully, her gaze fixed on Sophia’s face.

him,” Sophia said more quietly, a mischievous glint in her eye

think

course, Becky. You’re adorable, except when you’re scowling at

Benjamin entered the kitchen, his tousled hair and bleary eyes betraying his confusion at finding Sophia and Becky engaged in conversation at such a

you doing in the middle of the

a hint of playfulness in her tone. “But

as she motioned for Becky to seize the opportunity

settling over her, she felt a familiar pull toward her grandfather’s

part, dear Sophia, I will tell you about my first love,” she read aloud, her voice barely a whisper in the quiet room. “And if all goes according to plan, you will

mixture of longing and nostalgia flooding her senses. She traced the faded ink

wistful smile playing at her lips as tears prickled at the corners

session, yet her determination to uncover the

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