#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.

Becky exclaimed, her voice tinged with incredulity. “Why, it doesn’t say anywhere that he has a sister,

said, her

and I’ll tell you

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

She painted a vivid picture of the tangled web

disbelief to shock, her features contorting with each new revelation. The kitchen seemed

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

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

you get together with him,” Sophia said more quietly, a mischievous glint in her eye as she

you think he’ll like

adorable, except when you’re scowling

sleepy Benjamin entered the kitchen, his tousled hair and bleary eyes betraying his confusion at finding

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

her tone. “But I have to go

guiding her movements as she motioned for Becky to seize the opportunity and talk to Benjamin. Becky

her way back to her room, the weight of exhaustion settling over her, she felt a familiar pull toward her grandfather’s diary.

aloud, her voice barely a whisper in the quiet room. “And if all goes according to

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

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

evident from the late-night reading session, yet her determination to uncover the secrets within her grandfather’s diary remained steadfast. With the worn book in

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