Sophie and I are sitting in the glitzy elegant Savoy having luncheon
When I gaze at Sophie it's like looking into a female version of myself
Golden and stunning
"Show me a picture of future wifey then," Sophie insists flipping her honey blonde hair
Rolling my eyes, I show her a picture of my gorgeous beauty smiling and laughing
"She's stunning," she comments nodding her head in approval
"18 though," She states raising her eyebrow
"Age is just a number," I answer smirking
"Are you going to give Stephanie a call anytime soon?" Sophie asks picking up a delicate sandwich
I give Sophie an icy glower before taking a sip out of my champagne
"Arrange a date and time where can I meet her; I need to see who my little brother is fucking," Sophie instructs putting on her Ray Bands
Shortly after she kisses me goodbye on the cheek and saunters out of the dining room
When I get home I'm itching to text her
I don't
I'm still angry with her
I tell myself I'm better off without her
I know I'm not
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