Chapter 115

Thinking back to Chloe' concert and Eira's killer piano skills, Sophia couldn't help but feel a pit drop in her stomach. She blurted out, "Wait, she knows how to play piano?" Grace nodded, her face twisted with envy. "Yeah, that bitch is hella talented. She almost got taken in by some world-class piano master." The more she spoke, the gloomier she looked. She'd never even been allowed to spend the night at the Southcrest Villa-her grandparents' place. Yet Eira basically lived there like it was her own home. But Sophia couldn't be bothered with Grace's jealousy right now. She sat frozen, a bitter smile playing at her lips. So all these years, she'd just been a stand-in? Seriously? Why did Eira get to be born into the Johnson family, roll in privilege, and now even take the one thing Sophia had left to cling to? No way she was ever letting Alexander find out the truth. She'd made up her mind. Turning to Grace, she asked, cool and calculated, "You know any psychologists?" Caught off guard