Sophie:The broken Mistress

She had not changed a lot since she left

r waistline now. And her hips and legs h

t they were quick to leave once they learned of her disability. Rhys was the

lot. It was average, to say the leas

Her aunt had always liked to remind her of how much she resembled

fore her and leafed through it. In its pages,

een away. She could not clearly remember what she had been looking for in her aunt's room, bu

that part. Her small finger had slid on the surface of the photo, an

woman in the photo, she could barely tell them apart. It was as though t

her mother in physical appearance, but one thing was different. Wher

arge tote bag hung limply from her shoulder. The

reeted. "Pleas

odded he

to the office. Sophie rounded her small desk and took

the table. "You might be won

d towards

, though, but you kept him waiting for quite a while. Did you

e wanted to see m

the mugs, then disappeared into a room. Sophie he

He's quite the guy, you know. Rusty beards, long bangs, extremely masculine, with the chest and all." He tou

ys spoke. She came out with her

e him. Till then, let's just focus o

to his spot, leaving So

. Over time, he had come to believe that he could understand her even without her speec

e first day he met her. Yesterday, she was broken as her eyes s

trary, and it usually left him unc

st and deep respect for Sophie. Although he did not know her past, she never spoke of it

and hung it over the wall, then slipped

reeted as soon as the bel

d the long desk, working tediousl

looking up. "What brings you here? How

phi

. How's she?

ys answered, gl

shop. In the middle of the room, display glasses-almost as large as the ones used for display at the

riumphantly upon Neal's desk. The room was dimly lit