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“You meant that?”
“Absolutely. Now come on. I'll order the Uber,” I tell her, heading back to my room and grabbing my phone.
Chapter Eighteen
Lorenzo
Twenty minutes later, we are on our way across town to the mayor's house. The driver pulls in through the gate after security sees Sophia in the back and lets us through. Slowly inching up the circular driveway, he makes a stop close to the front door for us to get out.
“Here goes nothing I guess,” Sophia says, as I open her door for her. Closing it, I grasp her hand in mine as the Uber drives away. She leads me to the front door, opening it and we enter the huge foyer.
“I'll go get cleaned up. You wanna come with me?” she asks, turning to me.
“Sure,” I say, following behind Sophia as she leads me up the stairs. Walking down the long hallway, she pushes open a door and is greeted by a kind voice.
“Hello Miss Sophia. Oh, you have company with you today. And male company at that,” the little grey-haired lady says, as I step into the room.
“Patrice, this is my fiance, Lorenzo. Lorenzo this is Patrice,” she says, introducing us.
“Fiance?” she asks, clutching her chest.
“Yes, it's a long story but I'll explain later. I wondered if you have time to help me get this wig off though?” she kindly asks the older lady, who I can tell she's fond of.
“Yes of course. Let's go to your room.”
I follow behind them, hearing Patrice whisper the words handsome and lucky while trying to be discreet. I can't hide the smile Sophia catches on my face when she turns my way to check if I've heard Patrice.
Entering her room, my heart drops as I take in everything. This is her room and it's huge. Bigger than half the size of my gramps’ whole house. She has a huge king-sized four-poster bed and a huge walk-in wardrobe that I think is bigger than my kitchen. How do I have anything worth offering her when she has it all already?
Patrice directs her to sit at her large white dresser, staring into the mirror that sits atop it. I stand silently watching as Patrice gets to work applying products then manoeuvring the wig off after the glue loosens. It takes a while, but she gets it off.
Sophia's hair is braided underneath so they both get to work undoing them as fast as they can.
“My hair is a mess now. It needs a wash,” she says, looking at herself in the mirror while Patrice puts everything away they used.
I walk up behind her and place my chin on her shoulder, staring at us in the mirror.
I softly whisper, “I like it like this,” causing her cheeks to redden. I push her hair to the side and deliver a swift kiss to her cheek before standing straight.
“I'll leave you two to it. Have fun,” Patrice says.
“Thanks for your help, Patrice,” Sophia says.
The little old lady smiles at us as she leaves the room.
“I’m gonna shower quickly and then we can get this meal over with,” she tells me.
It doesn’t take Sophia long to shower and change and then I’m following her back down the stairs.
“He'll be fine with me if you would join your mother in the dining hall. We won’t be a moment,” Holden Philips' voice cuts in before I can follow her.
“Go on. I'll be okay,” I say, lowering my voice for only her to hear.
She glances at her dad before wincing at me then nods. She releases my hand before rushing back up the stairs.
“Let's go to my office, shall we?” Holden suggests, turning on his heels and walking away without waiting for an answer. I run my hand through my hair before following behind him.
Entering the huge office that is like his one in town, he walks towards the small cart that has a glass decanter with glasses next to it.
