Sophie had known there was a possibility Miranda might show up at the office, but considering Sophie had planned on getting in and out in a week, she hadnât been too worried.
Now, well, sheâd been here a couple weeks and knew she was tempting fate with each additional day she stayed.
Sophie had texted her brothers and asked how soon they could get to New York. Sheâd told them everything and pleaded with them to help her with Nigel. Maybe that was still a cowardâs way out to have backup, but she was desperate to hold on to the best thing that had ever happened to her.
Hopefully Vaughn and Kellan could be here tomorrow and Sophie could get all of her lies out in the open and tell Nigel exactly who she was and why sheâd deceived him. She had to make him understand that every part of what happened between them was realâespecially the part where she was falling in love with him.
Until all of this mess was over, Sophie wasnât going to be able to relax. And now she had to watch out for more Miranda sightings. Perhaps she should stay in her office or, better yet, feign sickness and head to her penthouse where she could hide out until she could confront Nigel.
Either way, Sophie was walking a thin line and at any second she could fall off and get lost in her web of deceit.
* * *
Nigel had just eased into the back of his car when his cell rang. Heâd spent twelve hours at the office today trying to formulate a game plan for some grand going away party for Seraphina. Of course, the event would be aired, but the show needed to be the grandest of all. A black-and-white cocktail party at the Waldorf? A luau in Hawaii? He wasnât sure what would be the best, but he did plan on getting Roslynâs take on several ideas.
As his driver pulled away from the curb, Nigel answered his phone without looking.
âNigel Townshend.â
âAlways so professional.â
He smiled at his sisterâs teasing tone. âArenât you supposed to be on your honeymoon?â
âIâm in Morocco now,â she told him. âWe just arrived after a couple days in Spain. It was beautiful, by the way, thanks for asking.â
Nigel laughed and settled into his seat. He dropped his head back and closed his eyes. Heâd take even a second of relaxation at this point. Trying to figure out ways to save his show from plummeting into an abyss while losing one of their top cast members was quite stressful.
Which was just another reason he couldnât wait to see Roslyn. She always made things seem better, brighter.
âSo why are you calling your brother when you should be spending time in newly wedded bliss?â
âAre you alone?â she asked.
âI just left the office, so Iâm with my driver.â Alarm bells went off in his head. âWhatâs going on? Are you okay?â
âIâm fine, but Iâm worried about you.â
âMe? Why?â
Ellen sighed. âYou remember how I kept saying Roslyn looked familiar to me?â
âI do.â
âI donât know how to tell you this,â she murmured.
Nigel sat up and gripped his cell. âJust say it,â he demanded. That trickle of fear down his spine had him on edge.
âHer real name is Sophie Blackwood.â
Blackwood. As in... Mirandaâs late ex?
âSheâs actually a famous designer,â Ellen went on. âI was watching one of my favorite YouTube channels on the plane and that was when it hit me. She has a massive following on her channel Dream It, Live It. Iâve watched so many of her design videos that I should have recognized her right off the bat, but sheâs altered her look. Sheâs not a blond naturally and she doesnât usually wear glasses.â
Nigel rubbed his forehead as his sisterâs words settled in.
âAre you positive?â he asked, hoping she wasnât, but knowing she was or she never wouldâve called.
âYes. Iâm sorry.â