The next morning at Sofia’s felt strangely normal and completely wrong at the same time. I woke up on the couch with slight pain all over my body, especially my neck.
Sofia was already in the kitchen humming off-key while burning toast. She glanced over when I sat up, hair sticking out in every direction.
“Morning, runaway princess,” she said with a grin. “You look like you fought a bear and lost.”
I groaned and rubbed my eyes. “Feels like it. Did I snore?”
“Like a chainsaw. I almost recorded it for blackmail.” She slid a plate of slightly burnt toast and scrambled eggs toward me. “Eat. You’re gonna need the energy when your billionaire comes knocking.”
I froze mid-bite. “He wouldn’t.”
Sofia raised an eyebrow. “Girl, that man looked at you like you personally hung the moon and stars.
