Chapter 64 Was Maria Right?

• “I swear, Sophie, I’m not blowing you off,” Rosie said, holding her phone to her ear with one shoulder as she paced along the pool’s edge. The water shimmered in the late sunlight, a mirror catching gold and indigo. “I just—Maria invited me to lunch. Sort of insisted.”
• A rustle on the other end, then Sophie’s voice, half-laughing, half-pouting. “So, Devlin royalty calls and you bail on your sister.”
• “She paid in lamb shanks. I was powerless.” Rosie smirked.