#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.

tinged with incredulity. “Why, it doesn’t say anywhere that

complicated,” Sophia said, her tone

down, and I’ll tell you

before crossing the kitchen to join Sophia on the sofa. The cushions sank beneath her weight as she settled in, her expression a

her words filling the quiet space as she detailed their journey of discovery. She painted a vivid picture

contorting with each new revelation. The kitchen seemed to

story, her voice tinged with wry humor. “I also have

you are looking for information about your past,” Becky replied thoughtfully, her gaze fixed on Sophia’s

with him,” Sophia said more quietly,

you think

You’re adorable, except when you’re scowling

his tousled hair and bleary eyes betraying his confusion at finding Sophia and Becky engaged in conversation at such a

in the middle of the night?”

of playfulness in her tone. “But I have to go to bed, so I’ll leave you

a sense of purpose guiding her movements as she motioned for Becky to seize the opportunity and talk to Benjamin. Becky nodded her thanks,

her room, the weight of exhaustion settling over her, she felt a familiar pull toward her grandfather’s diary. With a sigh, she retrieved the worn leather-bound book from her bedside table, its pages holding the secrets of generations

the quiet room. “And if all goes according to plan, you will be

at the words, a bittersweet mixture of longing and nostalgia flooding her senses. She traced

wistful smile playing at her lips as tears

to uncover the secrets within her grandfather’s diary remained steadfast. With the worn

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