Chapter 57 Why Are You Talking To Me?

• Sophia
• The day started like any other, with Christian and me spending quiet moments together, sharing breakfast in the warm glow of his mother’s kitchen. Mrs. Ricci had made a delicious spread, humming softly to herself as Christian and I exchanged playful banter, his hands finding mine over the table more times than I could count. The domesticity of it all was slowly becoming addictive.
• But my phone buzzed in my hand, cutting through the peaceful morning like a jagged knife. I looked down, my brows creasing at the unexpected name flashing across the screen. Claire.