I couldn't understand the way her mind worked. I sat across her, waiting for her to explain her own naïveté, but she remained silent as she sat back in her chair, a pensive expression on her green eyes as she brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face.
I caught my breath at how beautiful she looked. My best friend's appearance was something that I was never oblivious to. She was Rose Red come to life. The auburn hair, the pale white, pinkish complexion, the hourglass figure, those legs that went on for days… I'd have to be blind not to see how lovely she was. I knew she'd grow up to become a stunner from the moment I first laid eyes on her. That was the day her father left her at our house and never again returned.
What a damn fool he was.
He was just as unaware of her as she seemed to be of herself. Sofia grew up without giving much thought to the effect she had on people. She didn't notice the way men looked at her whenever we were out. It was part of her appeal.
