Sophie Foster's childhood was magical filled with her best friend that she has known since she was three years old and a happy family nothing in her mind could destroy it. Until things took an unexpected turn.
Her family was involved in a awful pla...
A/N: "Turn it Up Tonight" U4L (Featured in Studio C) *Just a random song*
Sophie's POV:
Waiting with the girls for the boys to come get us for dinner is agonizing. The seconds drag by like hours, and my nerves are an unholy mix of anticipation and dread. I haven't even seen Keefe yet, but I already know he's going to look amazing—he always does. It's just one of those maddening facts of the universe, like gravity or how Elwin always knows when I'm hiding an injury.
Tonight is supposed to be fun, just a simple evening with friends. But with my confession to Keefe looming at the end of it, my stomach is twisted in a thousand knots. I keep replaying the words in my head, trying to make them sound casual, no big deal. They never do.
Across the room, Elizabeth—who has made it very clear she's claiming Fitz as hers—is practically glued to the door. She's already declared him her date like it was some kind of royal decree. Honestly, fine by me. Less drama on my end.
Biana's pacing back and forth like the floor might fall out from under her. Her nervous energy crackles through the room like static electricity. It's driving me nuts.
"For the love of everything, Biana, relax. Everything will be fine," I say, a little sharper than I intended. I soften my tone when she shoots me a wide-eyed look.
"I know, but I can't help but worry," she says, chewing on her bottom lip.
I get up and walk over to her, gently placing my hands on her shoulders. "Biana, think back to his reaction when you said yes," I remind her. "He was practically glowing."
She blinks rapidly, and her eyes go a little glassy. "He was, wasn't he?"
"Exactly. That reaction wasn't for nothing—he knew he was asking someone incredibly special to him. Honestly, he was super nervous about it. He told me he thought you might say no."
Her eyes go wide. "What? I was afraid he wouldn't ask me at all!"
"See?" I say with a soft smile. "You were both freaking out over nothing. Now stop worrying and let yourself have a good night, okay?"
She exhales slowly, her shoulders finally dropping. "You're right. Thanks, Soph."
"Anytime." I give her a quick squeeze before stepping back.
Just then, the door swings open, and the boys walk in like they've been plucked straight from the cover of a fancy magazine. My eyes immediately lock onto him. Keefe.
Whew.
He's in one of those perfectly tailored jackets that makes his already unfair genetics even more unfair. His hair is slightly tousled, that just-rolled-out-of-bed look he somehow pulls off like it's deliberate. And that smile—that lazy, confident smirk that's got me questioning all my life choices.
He glances my way and smirks deeper, striding over with his signature swagger.
"Taking your breath away, huh, Foster?"
My heart stumbles in my chest, and I roll my eyes—hard—to try and cover the heat crawling up my cheeks.
"Don't flatter yourself," I mutter.
He leans in a little, voice dropping just enough to make the butterflies riot in my stomach. "Too late."
Ugh. Why is he so ridiculously cute?
(Again I don't know. Y'all tell me. 😏)
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