09 ── ( never inviting agnes again )

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I love you, I'm sorrychapter 09 |  real life

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I love you, I'm sorry
chapter 09 | real life

" i keep thinking maybe if
you let me back in, we could
make it better, breaking every
habit. "





































the hall was immensely crowded, filled with different people ranging from men in black and white suits who sofia had never met in her entire life, to women who were editors of highly well-known magazines, who sofia also have never met in her entire life.

she doesn't know a lot of people.

the room was larger than sofia's own house, the sides of the room having tables lined up with all kinds of delicacies from russian kamchatka crab to japenese yakitori. the chandelier in the middle of the room's ceiling made the lighting as if were some ball.

the grand guest service room sparkled with elegance, its chandeliers casting a warm glow over the swirling gowns and tailored suits.

laughter and voices mingled in the air, but for sofia, the world outside her thoughts felt like a blur. she stood by the window, admiring her latest collection showcased on the runway earlier that evening. she was still recovering from the nervousness of her entrance, and the unwanted feelings from earlier, but it'd wear off eventually.

she was lost in her thoughts, about to spiral into oblivion, when she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder.

turning around, sofia was greeted by an elderly woman dressed in a deep maroon gown, her necklace made with pearls glimmering softly in the light. the woman's eyes sparkled with a mix of anticipation and warmth. it usually meant bad news.

"excuse me, dear," the woman said, her voice being a pleasant hum above the chatter. " i couldn't help but notice you standing here, alone. may I have a moment of your time?"

" of course," sofia replied, smiling back. she was hiding at the corners of the room, despite being the main designer. in these type of events, celebrities don't go looking for the designer, they look for the hostess and hosts of the show. "what can I do for you ?"

" i'm agnes, " she introduced herself, her smile broadening. " and I must say, you are even more breathtaking in person than in the newspapers. "

sofia chuckled at this, as agnes reached out her hand to her. sofia gently shook it. it was rough. wrinkled.

" thank you, " sofia said, slightly flattered. " pleasure to meet you, ms agnes. "

agnes leaned in conspiratorially. "pleasure is all mine."

sofia waited for her to continue.

" so, i actually accepted the invite here tonight to discuss something rather important, and it involves my son, dean. "

𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 ── walker scobellWhere stories live. Discover now