Sophie found herself running out of the ballroom, her heels clicking furiously against the marble floor.
Tears blurred her vision, but she didn't stop. The opulence of the ballroom, had turned into a suffocating trap, and she had to get out. Her chest felt tight, every breath a struggle as her heart pounded with betrayal, humiliation, and confusion.
Kathryn followed, calling to her with an edge of desperation. "Sophie, wait!"
She spun around to face her mother. "Let go of me! Leave me the hell alone!"
Kathryn stopped dead in her tracks, startled by the venom in her daughter's voice. She looked just like Sophie expected her to look like; a woman who had lost control of her managed life.
The game was over.
The identity of the Prince had came as a shock to them both. Not only that. And now Anna was the Prince's chosen bride.
The Prince, whom Kathryn had so proudly claimed would wed Sophie, was none other than Anna's husband, Aidan?
