After her shower, she stood in front of her closet, trying to figure out what to wear.
She dug through her options for quite a while, but couldn't find anything that felt right. A look of helpless frustration was written all over her face.
Annabelle happened to walk by Sophia's doorway, spotting her clutching two dresses and looking completely indecisive.
She walked in, plopped down cross-legged on the bed, and grinned at Sophia. She asked, "What's up?"
Sophia shook her head and said, "I never realize how few clothes I have until I actually need to wear something. Hey, why don't you help me pick? Which one looks better?"
She held up a business-like outfit in front of herself, then swapped it for a flowy light pink dress, looking unsure about both.
Annabelle gave her a playful look and teased, "You didn't get this worked up the last time you were off to see Uncle Richard. What, are you crushing on him or something?"
"Don't be ridiculous," Sophia shot back, her heart skipping a beat.
Richard was totally out of her league—there was no way she'd ever actually let herself fall for him.
Annabelle caught on immediately, but decided not to call her out.
Ever since that night at the party—when Sophia had left early with Richard and sneaked back home late—Annabelle was convinced something must've gone down between those two, and she just wasn't in on it.
With Annabelle watching, Sophia decided it wasn't worth stressing over her outfit. She just grabbed a random set and headed for the bathroom.
Annabelle grinned and asked, "You're really done choosing?"
"I'm naturally gorgeous—even if I threw on a potato sack, I'd still look amazing," Sophia teased.
Annabelle was speechless.
Sophia came out dressed in a simple T-shirt and wide-leg jeans.
She'd chosen something plain on purpose, determined not to let anyone see just how excited she was about this fishing trip.
Annabelle grumbled, "Sophie, that outfit is way too plain."
"It's fine. We're going fishing, not on a date. Hurry up and get ready—I'm off to make breakfast," Sophia said.
Annabelle pouted, instantly wishing she'd kept her mouth shut.
Sophia headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. She started by frying two eggs, then tossed in some lunch meat and cooked it until both sides were golden brown.


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