Chapter 32

I jump to my feet, ready to face the music with Dutch courage running through my veins, and stroll to Sophie’s room to get her another dress. That way, I can at least let her loose from Tasha’s vice-like grip if she is washing the wine out and send her to her room to declaw herself. I can almost imagine she will be spitting teeth right now, seeing as Tasha has the knack for grinding her nerves effortlessly.

I find one of her dresses hanging on the wardrobe door from her unpacking earlier, similar to the one she had on, and walk back down to my door. Unsteady on my legs as the wine goes straight to my head from lack of getting to eat dinner. I open it cautiously and strain to listen for sounds of violence. With Sophs, you can never tell.

“Natasha? Sophie? Are you in here?” I wander in and see from here the bathroom door is sitting open, and I get a full, unbroken view of Sophie standing in what I can only describe as the sexiest lingerie I have ever laid eyes on. On a bod