#Chapter 67: The Tables Turn

Sophia & Ella Sophia Sophia stepped into Alex’s study just as some brunette maid came rushing out, practically bowling her over in her haste to escape. The girl’s face was flushed, and her little bosom was heaving. “Careful there,” Sophia said, but the maid was already halfway down the hall and didn’t even bother to apologize. How rude. Sophia smoothed down her dress and entered the study, where Alexander was standing by his desk looking somewhat bewildered. She’d come here to make amends—their last few conversations hadn’t exactly gone well, and she was tired of being on the outs with him. “Alex,” she said, holding up a small wrapped box, “I brought you something. A peace offering.” He looked up, and she could see the weariness in his green eyes. “Sophia. What are you doing here?” “I wanted to apologize for the other night. I know I was… difficult.” She set the box on his desk. “It’s that expensive whiskey you like. The one from overseas.”