#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

it’s complicated,” Sophia said, her tone

sit down, and I’ll tell

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

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

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

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

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

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

you think

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

his confusion at finding Sophia

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

Sophia replied, a hint of playfulness in her tone. “But

she motioned for Becky to seize the opportunity and talk to Benjamin. Becky nodded her thanks, her expression a mix of nerves

her grandfather’s diary. With a sigh, she retrieved the worn leather-bound book

a whisper in the quiet room. “And if all goes according to plan,

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

knew,” she murmured, a wistful smile playing at her lips as tears prickled at the

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

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