The moment the door clicked shut behind her, Sofia froze.
The soft hum of her breathing was the only sound in the room—until the joy building in her chest became too much to contain.
Then it happened. She screamed.
A half-laugh, half-squeal exploded out of her as she spun around in the middle of the room like a girl possessed. She threw her arms up, the strap of her dress slipping down her shoulders as she twirled like the floor was hers alone.
She wasn't crying—not really. But her eyes stung.
Because for once, they weren't tears of confusion or loneliness. They were tears of happiness.
"I can't believe it," she whispered, clutching her chest as she stumbled back onto the edge of the bed, breathless with disbelief. "He actually asked me to sleep in his room."
Her hand splayed across her pounding heart, trying to calm it.
