Chapter 83

Sophie’s pov ; The moment I stepped into Rey's room, I was hit by a powerful floral scent. It was cloying, the kind of heavy perfume that clung to your throat and refused to let go. The air felt thick, almost suffocating, and I wondered how anyone could find this pleasant. "My room smells good, doesn't it?" Rey said, her voice light and teasing. "This is a high-end French brand, and the spices are flown in from abroad. Oh, I forgot—I shouldn’t have told you this. Since someone like you wouldn't understand all this.” She covered her lips with a laugh, but there was nothing friendly about her expression. Her gaze was sharp, calculating, as if she were measuring me against some invisible standard and finding me lacking. I glanced at the faint glow of colors and light in the room. Almost everything was pink—the walls, the furniture, the decor. It was overwhelming, a bubblegum world that felt strangely familiar. Does she like pink so much? I thought. It was eerily similar to my own preferen