#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.

doesn’t say anywhere that he has

it’s complicated,” Sophia said, her

sit down, and I’ll

the sofa. The cushions sank beneath her weight as she settled in, her

their journey of discovery. She painted a vivid picture of the tangled web

spoke, Becky’s expression morphed from disbelief to shock, her features contorting with each new revelation. The kitchen seemed

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

Now I understand why you are looking for information about your past,” Becky replied thoughtfully, her gaze fixed on Sophia’s face. “Benjamin and I will help

him,” Sophia said more quietly,

think

except when you’re

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

doing in the middle of the night?” he asked, his voice heavy

“But I have to go to bed, so I’ll

from her seat, a sense of purpose guiding her movements as she motioned for Becky to seize the opportunity and

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

if all goes according to plan, you will be married to Alexander. Let this story serve

of longing and nostalgia flooding her senses. She traced the faded ink of her grandfather’s handwriting, each

wistful smile playing at her lips as tears prickled at

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

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