Sophia’s POV
“Come on, Fia,” my brother sighed. “We are late.”
I turned around to look at him. He was leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Why are you waiting for me?” I asked. “You can go downstairs. I will be there soon.”
Lex rolled his eyes at me. “I am not leaving you alone. Hurry up.”
“Fine,” I mumbled as I bend down to zip up my boots.
I was a little bit nervous. Stella kept stirring and I could feel the tension radiating off her.
‘What’s wrong?’ I asked her for what felt like a millionth time today.
‘I don’t know,’ she mumbled. ‘Hurry up, Sophia.’
I furrowed my eyebrows and stood back up.
Why was she so nervous? Why was she hurrying me up?
“Done?” Lex asked, making me look at him.
I nodded and took a deep breath.
“What’s wrong?” he asked and I could hear a hint of worry in his voice.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled. “I’m a little bit nervous.”
I approached my brother and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.