#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.

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

it’s complicated,” Sophia said, her

and I’ll

Sophia on the sofa. The cushions sank beneath her weight as she settled in, her expression a mixture of curiosity

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

each new revelation. The kitchen seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with the weight

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

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

said more quietly,

think he’ll

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

his confusion at finding Sophia and Becky

are you doing in the middle of the night?”

of playfulness in her tone. “But I have to go

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

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

the next part, dear Sophia, I will tell you about my first love,” she read aloud, her voice barely a whisper in the quiet room. “And if all goes according to plan, you will

senses. She traced the faded ink of her grandfather’s handwriting,

if you only knew,” she murmured, a wistful smile playing at her

Sophia sat at the breakfast table, her fatigue evident from the late-night reading session, yet her determination to

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