Sophia’s chest burned with fury. Every instinct screamed to lash out.
But she didn’t.
Instead, her face went calm—cold, detached. She looked at Violet as if she were nothing. As if she didn’t matter at all.
“Alright,” Sophia answered. “You’re going to regret inviting me,”
She slammed the door in Violet’s face and turned away, walking back into the house without looking back.
On the other side, Violet remained rooted to the spot, fists clenched, seething with anger.
Chapter 11 Looking For A Husband
A few hours later, the last of the guests had finally left. The house fell into a rare, heavy quiet. Only Sophia, Magnus, and Camila remained.
Sophia exhaled softly, then walked over to Magnus and said, “Let’s go home.”
They had barely taken a few steps toward the door when Camila hurried after them and caught Sophia by the arm.
“Why don’t you both stay the night?” Camila said warmly, her grip gentle but firm. “You left in such a rush last time—I didn’t like that. Stay tonight.”
Sophia smiled politely, trying to pull her arm back. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. We’ve already spent the entire day here. We should go home.”
She shot Magnus a subtle look, her eyes silently asking for help.
But Magnus turned his head away.
She didn’t see the secret, amused smile that curved his lips.
Camila squeezed Sophia’s arm again, her fingers tightening slightly as if urging her on. “Just for tonight. Please?” she said softly, her voice warm and coaxing. A bright smile curved her lips. “You’re going to sleep anyway—so why not sleep here?”
Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she added cheerfully, “And you’ll be sleeping in Magnus’s childhood bedroom! Isn’t it exciting? To stay there and see what it was like?”
Sophia’s eyes widened. “Mrs. Graves—”
Before she could finish, Camila was already pulling her back toward the living room.
“Mrs. Graves,” Sophia tried again, reaching out with her free hand toward Magnus, silently pleading.
He didn’t even look at her.
Camila led her straight down the hallway, her steps brisk and determined. Magnus followed behind them unhurriedly, hands in his pockets.
“Go,” Camila said, opening the bedroom door and pushing Sophia inside. “The room is always clean. I make sure Magnus can sleep peacefully whenever he comes home.”
She stepped back, already dismissing the matter, and flicked her hand in the air. “Go.”
Magnus followed without hesitation.
The moment they crossed the threshold, Camila reached forward and shut the door behind them.
“Stay until morning,” she called through the closed door. “Don’t go home tonight. It’s good to relive your childhood once in a while.”
And just like that, her footsteps faded down the hallway.
Sophia stared at the door, stunned.
“Mrs. Graves—!” she called out, rushing forward and pressing her palm against the wood.
