Chapter 60 Champagne

• Sophie slipped into her red lingerie, draping its short robe over her shoulders. She stood before the mirror, taking herself in. The last time she wore this set with Michael, she had expected him to be all over her—but he wasn’t.
• "Hopefully, Ray finds me sexy in this tonight. Otherwise, I’m done wasting my time," she muttered, lifting her gaze to her hair.
• Tilting her head, she examined her usual hairstyle. A bun or ponytail—messy, sleek, low, or high—was her everyday look. Routine. Predictable.