Sophia Sullivan closed the final document.
Sunlight streamed through the window.
Her thoughts drifted to that comic book.
The Sunday pottery class had just ended.
Emma Sullivan skipped away cheerfully.
Sophia started the engine.
The mall was packed with people.
A book signing poster caught her eye.
"Look at that stunning woman!"
"Is she a celebrity?"
"Her aura is extraordinary."
Whispers followed her.
Sophia ignored them all.
The white corset top accentuated her slender waist.
Skinny jeans hugged her long legs.
A simple outfit.
Yet impossible to look away from.
She'd grown accustomed to such attention.
Back at the Winston estate.
Mrs. Winston always made her walk with her head down.
Said it was proper for a dutiful wife.
Now she only cared about being herself.
The signature on the poster sprawled dramatically.
Noah Valentine.
Sophia's lips curved slightly.
Ice flashed in her eyes.
The line stretched endlessly.
Chloe Evans appeared arm-in-arm with Liam Winston.
"Noah's been popular since his Italy days."
"Getting him as our spokesperson will save costs."
Liam nodded tenderly.
"You always think ahead."
His mind wandered to Sophia.
That woman who only knew how to cook.
How could she possibly manage Sullivan Corporation?
"Your sister just cut in line."
Chloe suddenly gasped.
Liam frowned and turned.
There stood Sophia before the signing table.
Noah bent over his work.
"Miss, VIP tickets include a photo op—"
He looked up with a poster.
His smile froze.
"September?"
His voice trembled.
Cold sweat soaked his palms.