Damian: I’m in hell right now.
She responds within seconds:
Sophie: Are you okay? Where are you?
Damian: Hell.
Sophie: ???
Damian: At a charity event hosted by my dear mother
Sophie: Oh. Is it not fun?
Damian: Have you ever been to one?
Sophie: No, mere mortals like me are not allowed at such events.
Damian: Lucky.
Sophie: Is the food good at least?
Damian: Don’t know. Haven’t tried any and dinner won’t start for a while.
Sophie: That’s too bad.
Damian: How’s boyfriend shopping going?
Sophie: A bust. Operation Find Me Real Romance is not going well.
Damian: Nice name.
Sophie: You think?
Damian: A bit long, but cool
Sophie: Right, so no luck. But I’m not giving up. It’s only been like two days.
Damian: Hmmm. Are you trying hard enough?
Sophie: Yes, sir. I’m not the type of person to sabotage a deal.
Damian: No, I know that. Besides, you’ll find a real boyfriend soon and you won’t even remember that fake one’s name.
Sophie: Gasp! No man will ever come close to William King.
My lips kick up in a smile. Texting with her makes me feel a thousand times better. For a second, I forgot where I am and what those kids said about me and my dad.
Damian: We’ll see.
Sophie: I guess we will.
She adds a triumphant emoji.
Again, I smile.
Sophie: So if you’re there, how are you texting me? I mean, don’t you have people you need to talk to?
Damian: Already did and they suck. I found a room where I can be alone.
