#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.

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

said, her tone tinged

down, and I’ll

Sophia on the sofa. The cushions sank beneath her

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

revelation. The kitchen seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with the weight of their

general, my life is a mess,” Sophia finished her story, her voice tinged with wry humor. “I also have a friend Alexander. You must have heard about him

mildly. 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

Sophia said more quietly,

you think he’ll

except when you’re

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

of the night?” he asked,

a hint of playfulness in her tone. “But I

motioned for Becky to seize

felt a familiar pull toward her grandfather’s diary. With a sigh,

barely a whisper in the quiet room. “And if all goes

longing and nostalgia flooding her senses. She traced the faded ink of

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

session, yet her determination to uncover the secrets within her grandfather’s diary remained steadfast. With the worn

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