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I stare at the image. It is my mother on her wedding day. Her lips are curved in the most beautiful smile. Sophie is standing beside her, as a maid of honour.

"You look so much alike." Sophie speaks.

I can't bring myself to tear my eyes away from the photo. A million emotions are boiling Inside me.

"Do you know her?" My voice breaks as I ask.

"She was my best friend since college." She puts her tea aside.

It comes as a shock because my mother never told me about Sophie. I knew Andre's mother as her best friend.

"Do you know her?" Sophie repeats my question.

Am tempted to lie but I nod instead, "She was my mother."

I just feel this strong motherly connection with Sophie. I can trust her.

"Figured that at the Gala, that's why I asked Ryan to invite you over."

I get agitated. "This wasn't a get to know you dinner but a manipulation to interrogate me!"

I remember Ryan telling me his parents can be nosy. I immediately regret admitting that the woman on the photo is my mother.

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