Sophia

"Sophia, you seem... quiet today. Is something wrong? You usually have something cutting to say about Jessica."

*Sophia's lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk, her dark eyes, usually so dismissive, now held a glint of something sharp and calculating. She slowly swirled the expensive tea in her cup, the gentle clinking of the porcelain almost the only sound in the opulent, sun-drenched cafe. She leaned back in her plush velvet chair, a picture of effortless grace, though a storm of thoughts raged behind her composed facade. The idea that she would waste her precious energy on 'cutting remarks' for Jessica, a mere side-character in what was now her strategic battlefield, seemed almost laughable.*

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