#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.

incredulity. “Why, it doesn’t say

her tone tinged with

sit down, and I’ll tell you

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

as she detailed their journey of discovery. She painted a vivid picture of the tangled web of relationships and

shock, her features contorting with each new revelation. The kitchen seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with the weight of their

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

your past,” Becky replied thoughtfully, her gaze fixed on Sophia’s face. “Benjamin and I will help you; we know the

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

you think he’ll like

Becky. You’re adorable, except when you’re

bleary eyes betraying his confusion at finding Sophia and Becky engaged in conversation at

middle of the night?” he asked, his

tone. “But I

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

over her, she felt a familiar pull toward her grandfather’s diary. With a sigh, she retrieved the worn leather-bound book from her

in the quiet room. “And if all goes according to plan, you will be married to Alexander. Let this story serve as advice to you that not everything is as simple in love

senses. She traced

at her lips as tears prickled at the corners

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

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