Sophia leaned back on the couch, her fingers idly tracing patterns on the armrest as she watched Estella across from her. They had just finished eating, so they moved to the sitting room. Estella sat with a relaxed posture, a soft smile playing on her lips as she absentmindedly toyed with the hem of her sleeve.
Sophia never expected to enjoy Estella's company this much.
Before meeting her, all she had heard were whispers of disapproval and outright disdain. The pack's rejection had been loud and clear, and even her husband, Elliott, had made his stance known. He never spoke ill of Estella directly, but his expression always darkened at the mere mention of her name. That had been enough for Sophia to question him.
"Did she do something wrong?" she had asked him one evening, watching as he stiffened at her persistence. "Did she make a mistake that justifies all this hate?"
