As night fell, Sofia sat before the dressing mirror in her bedroom. Under the lamplight, her reflection still shone with dazzling beauty—a fair complexion, delicate features, and charming eyes and brows. From any angle, she appeared flawless. Indeed, Xiao Mo was no match for her; if she stood next to Xiao Mo, any man would choose her without a doubt. There was no reason for her to worry that Monica would pick Xiao Mo, unless he was literally blind.
Anna hurried into the room through the door.
"Madam, something terrible has happened..."
"What's got you in such a panic?" Sofia rebuked gently and waved her hand to dismiss the other maids from the bedroom. Anna closed the door with tact before rushing over to Sofia's side.
"Madam, I overheard something terrible. The Young Master, he's planning to marry that little wretch... They're saying once Mr. Louis's funeral is over, they're going to fly back home to get married."
"Nonsense!!!"
