Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1704

Watching her parents flaunt their affection so blatantly, Sophie quickly slipped away to the second floor.

In the bedroom upstairs, a forest-green gown wrapped in a gift box immediately caught her eye. Sophie took out the dress and checked herself out in the mirror, grumbling, "It's just a family gathering, why all the fuss?"

But for her dad's sake, she decided to go ahead and change into it.

A little while later, Sophie admired her reflection in the mirror, now dressed in the elegant gown. She looked just as lovely as ever, but even though it was the same face and body, Sophie felt like she could see another version of herself hiding inside.

That other self seemed to be nudging her with a question only this place could answer. Sophie approached the mirror, lightly touching its surface, and whispered, "I don't know who you are, but this is my home, with my folks and the people I love. I don't like your memories, but since I was a kid, my brother and parents taught me to help others. If there's something you need to finish, I can help, but please, don't harm my family, okay?"

touch of melancholy. She felt different today, aware of another presence within her, whose memories kept messing with her actions. Apart from thinking of ghosts and spirits, she couldn't figure out what else it could be. She

arm with her parents, walked inside. She curiously

noticed familiar faces from the four families had all arrived-except for Gordon. Frowning, Sophie asked, "Where's

six, but there was still no sign of him. "I'll go

come on, let's go say hello to your Uncle Charles," Damita motioned to Sophie. But Sophie firmly shook her head, saying, "I'll

only smile and say, "Alright, you wait here for Gordon, and

"Okay!"

Sophie ran to the front yard of the Costello estate to look around. The autumn night was chilly, and in her thin gown, she blew into her hands and rubbed them together for warmth. Harold was somewhere making calls, and Sophie