Sophia, who art thou?

30. SOPHIA

No, I did not kill Drew. Yes, I thought about it. But I'm not going to jail because of him. I simply reduced his morphine dosage. They really shouldn't leave those machines unattended. Anything could happen. Oops.

I don't worry much about Drew. He should pass out from the pain in a couple minutes. It's the least he deserves after what he said to me. I'm the con artist? I'm the fraud? No. I am just someone who had to fight for everything she has in life. You don't just wake up one day and see every luxury served to you on a silver platter. No. Drew doesn't get it. And why should he? He's a fucking trust fund baby. Sorry. Language.

Myth: I don't curse.

Fact: I don't curse because the way you speak reveals a lot about you. And there's a lot about me I don't need revealed.

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"Did you talk to him?"

I turn to look at Roman. Of course he followed me. All I wanted was a few minutes alone to grab a protein bar and slip back into what Drew called the "Saint Sophia" mind set. And now Roman isn't going to let me do that. His doe eyes don't warm my heart. They get on my nerves. But of course I smile at him and hug his frame and occasionally kiss his lips. Why? Because it fits.

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ears. I read on the internet once that it looks 'sweet'. "Yeah, he seems good. He was tired though, so I let him sleep."

"Soph, he has a concussion. The nurses said we need to keep him awake for a few hours."

There is an urgency in Roman's voice which unnerves me. I could really use Saint Sophia right now. What would she do? She would cry. So I think about all the times I've been hurt. I think about all the times I cried myself to sleep because I trusted the wrong people to take care of me. And the tears come. I cover my mouth, because that's enough for now. I mutter "I didn't know" over and over as Roman holds my hand and rushes over to Drew's room. The entire time I pray to a god I don't believe in, hoping Roman isn't the second one today to see past the illusion I've spent so long perfecting. Luckily, he doesn't have to. There's a nurse in Drew's room, readjusting his IV. I can't help but smile. What Roman doesn't know, will never hurt Sophia.

I feel Roman's hand on the small of my back, rubbing reassuring circles with a light hand. I move closer to him, pulling my hands up to my face. "He's okay," I whisper. "He's fine."

"Of course he is," Roman whispers, his voice no louder than mine. Only this time, his voice isn't sweet like it always is. It's... it's laced in envy. "Drew is going to be just fine."

I smile at this new development. I knew there was something about Roman that I liked. So I pounce at the opportunity.

"Roman?"

"Yeah?"

"I need to tell you something. Let's step out for a minute."

Roman doesn't let go of my hand until were at the end of the hall. "You can tell me anything, Soph."

"I called of the wedding."

Roman's mouth turns upward into the most natural, pure smile I've seen in all my life. "Really?"

I turn my hands to grip his, I pull him closer to me. With my lips centimetres from his, I whisper, "Really," as my mouth parts and joins his.

Myth: I've been stringing Roman along all this while.

Fact: Roman Asher wants me too much to realise I've been stringing him along all this while.