“My things—and you think you deserve to wear them?”
…
This time it was Sophie’s turn to freeze.
“Who the hell are you?” she screamed.
“How dare you snatch my stuff! Do you know who I am? I’m the eldest daughter of the Miller family!”
She lunged at me like a madwoman, trying to take the bracelet back, but I dodged her.
Sophie missed and fell hard to the ground.
The surrounding guests, seeing this, stifled laughter, which only made Sophie more furious.
“Security! Where the hell are the guards? Catch this bitch and beat her up!”
“Sophie, why is it so noisy? What’s going on?”
Her shrieking drew attention upstairs.
The sound of familiar footsteps followed, and soon my parents slowly descended from the second floor.
The moment they saw me, their expressions froze.
“Sophia?” My mother’s scarf slipped from her hands as she looked at me, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
“You’re back?”
Hearing the name “Sophia,” Sophie’s body jolted violently.
The arrogance on her face instantly vanished, replaced by a pitiful expression. Forcing out tears, she looked at me with reddened eyes.
“Aunt, Uncle… is she really… Sophia?”
She turned toward me, tears rolling down her cheeks.