Page 50 of I Don't Need Your Romance

Damian: I’m in hell right now.

She responds within seconds:

Sophie: Are you okay? Where are you?

Damian: Hell.

Sophie: ???

Damian: At a charity event hosted by my dear mother

Sophie: Oh. Is it not fun?

Damian: Have you ever been to one?

Sophie: No, mere mortals like me are not allowed at such events.

Damian: Lucky.

Sophie: Is the food good at least?

Damian: Don’t know. Haven’t tried any and dinner won’t start for a while.

Sophie: That’s too bad.

Damian: How’s boyfriend shopping going?

Sophie: A bust. Operation Find Me Real Romance is not going well.

Damian: Nice name.

Sophie: You think?

Damian: A bit long, but cool

Sophie: Right, so no luck. But I’m not giving up. It’s only been like two days.

Damian: Hmmm. Are you trying hard enough?

Sophie: Yes, sir. I’m not the type of person to sabotage a deal.

Damian: No, I know that. Besides, you’ll find a real boyfriend soon and you won’t even remember that fake one’s name.

Sophie: Gasp! No man will ever come close to William King.

My lips kick up in a smile. Texting with her makes me feel a thousand times better. For a second, I forgot where I am and what those kids said about me and my dad.

Damian: We’ll see.

Sophie: I guess we will.

She adds a triumphant emoji.

Again, I smile.

Sophie: So if you’re there, how are you texting me? I mean, don’t you have people you need to talk to?

Damian: Already did and they suck. I found a room where I can be alone.