Not again, not again, not again. This wasn’t happening for a thirteenth time.
“Not your type?” Sophie screamed.
What was wrong with all these men? She was giving them exactly what they wanted! She spent half her day making herself beautiful! What else did she have to give?
“I’m sorry!” Quinn said. “I didn’t mean to upset you!”
She grabbed one of the pillows off the bed and chucked it at his head. It bounced off as he backed up towards the door.
“How can I not be your type?” She let out an enormous roar that shook half the pictures off the wall and made the silken drapes flutter. Quinn clapped his hands over his ears.
The bedroom doors banged open and Mirror rushed in, her face red and her chest heaving like she’d come running from another part of the castle.
“Sophie! You have to cal
