Novel & Cerita Grown Up Sofia The First

Oh well”} “SOFIA!!!!!”

She looked at me with so much admiration, it made me blush. "Oh my god, you are so pretty!" she squeaked, clasping her hands together. "Look at her hair, Greg! It’s like a shampoo commercial! Are you really okay? I heard you got shot right in the chest! That's so intense! Are you going to have a scar? I bet it’s a cool scar. I’m Sofia, by the way. I’m fourteen, and I already know I’m going to be a world-famous fashion designer." "Sofia, let her breathe," Greg said, stepping forward with a much quieter, shy smile. "Hi, Elena. I'm Greg. Welcome home. Sorry about her, she talks a lot."

she chuckles shaking her head, “I can’t believe that we all know and that no one has said anything to her.” My eyes went wide, “Our Alpha’s would have killed us, not to mention Uncle Brad and Aunt Charlie,” I visibly shivered, and they both laugh. I helped Sofia and Brooklyn get ready for the party Sofia is younger than Brooklyn by 10 months but is taller and thicker and already showing curves and well Brooklyn isn’t. Sweet little Brooklyn has her Daddy’s dark blue eyes and his hair, it’s so black and shiny and her curls fall just perfectly. I stand back looking at the two of them as they gush over one another’s look. I couldn't help but tell Brooklyn she looked like a doll.

Sofia declared, her expression betraying a hint of boredom as if Kat's presence was nothing more than an irritating inconvenience. Kat, taken aback by Sofia's sudden display of assertiveness, found herself at a loss for words. The girl who had once been the target of their ridicule and cruelty had now emerged with a voice of her own, a voice that commanded attention and respect. Sofia's transformation both shocked and intrigued Kat, her eyes widening in disbelief.

For a second, all I could see was the resemblance. Milena had her eyes. Not the colour; the sadness. She carefully examined every exit before trusting the room. Ruin went rigid beside me, not from anger, but from the ghost of his brother suddenly standing in front of him through this woman’s presence. She stopped a few feet from the table. “My name is Sofia.” Her voice was steady. “I came because I am done letting dead men decide my daughter’s future.” The honesty of it struck me immediately. No posturing, no claim-first arrogance, just a mother who had reached her limit.

She placed a hand dramatically against her chest. "Wow." "What?" "I can't believe you've forgotten who I am." Marcus rolled his eyes. "Here we go." "No, seriously." She pointed at herself. "Do you still see me as that shy girl who followed Elena around campus?" "You did follow Elena around campus." "That's not the point." Marcus fought back a smile. Sofia leaned closer. "My cover got blown years ago, remember? I'm Sofia Alvarez. Daughter of Don Salvatore Alvarez." Marcus remained silent.

And the changes didn't go unnoticed by the younger, who mentally growned for letting Stefanos get noticed. From the top of the staircase, walked down Sofia de Vesilios in all her Luna glory and elegance. She peered down at her son, her face thick with makeup to hide the never ending wrinkles that formed around her face. A few of her hairs had turned grey, but Sofia knew best how to hide her old age behind heavy silk gowns and jewels and diamonds.

a voice whispered. I didn't need to turn to know it was Sofia. My youngest daughter, now ten million and ninety-five years old in the way we measured time, walked with a grace that was entirely her own. She was the one who had taken the stories of our pain and woven them into the curriculum of hope that defined the atoll’s education.

But he feared he missed the mark he tried to make. “Okay, there go all my bear jokes about the window. Too bad I thought they were pretty good,” Clay said. His voice sounded dry and disappointed with a hint that he didn’t intend any of it with any serious intent or upset. “Now Clay is another brother younger than Bryce, and the youngest of the brood is Sofie, or Sofia. Don’t call her Sofia, she hates it. She believes it sounds like she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. We keep telling her she’d be dead if that happened.” Ran gave Benedict more facts to make what he’d learned moments ago.

CHAPTER 2 Sofia's POV Today is the first day of school. I'm kind of excited because I haven't seen my friends and boyfriend all summer, though my boyfriend came to Paris during my mom’s fashion show. I woke up, took a shower and did my little makeup which is just eyeliner and mascara, as I sat in front of the mirror. I don't usually put on makeup during school days, I only put on makeup when I'm going out, not that I need it but I like to feel good about how I look.