CHAPTER 46

Sophia’s POV

I stormed out of Urban Next, greatly pissed off at Elijah. My mind raced, a tangle of frustration and disbelief. How could he be so blind?

“Sophia, wait!” Elijah's voice rang out behind me, his footsteps pounding against the floor as he caught up with me in the hallway. I didn't slow down.

“Sophia,” he repeated, more urgent now, grabbing my arm gently. “Please, just listen. Julia—or Sabrina—she's been my friend since we were kids. I know her well enough to know she wouldn't do something like this.”

I turned sharply, yanking my arm free. “Of course, you do. Because Julia's Sabrina, right? And you're always right about everything.” My voice dripped with sarcasm. “But let me tell you something, Elijah. You're being quite unfair. These people that you choose to trust may have no credibility at all.”

He looked genuinely baffled and taken aback. “What do you mean?”

I scoffed, crossing my arms. “You also studied design, didn't you? Surely you can see the similarities in our work