"No, who can dare put Andrea in danger?" Sophia asked herself like there was someone sitting beside her who would give her the reply, as she drove away from the private property.
She had followed Andrea today but it was futile, she only learnt that Bree lived a fairytale story when she was younger. Sophia could not believe that she was the only one who had things to worry about when she was a child.
Bree sat up straight waiting for the guard that would deliver her breakfast. This was the day the tournament, as Ricardo would call it, started. The day that some vile men would bring in their best goons and she would have to fight each and every one of them like she was a robot designed for the sole purpose of delivering punches.
