How Old Is Sofia The First Novels & Stories

she was among the young ones in the kingdom. "whaaat?" Sofia shrieked her mouth opening wide. even dinosaurs shown in the museum couldn't be considered that old. " you think am young my queen? The king appointed me as your Maid when I attained legal maturity age." Rizia said. one could see she was very proud of her young age as they called it. " hahahaha." Sofia laughed awkwardly." Yes,you are very young." sarcasm deeply laced in her words. Young? ptffff! is she was young then what name would her age be called. Sofia was 24 years old this year. she was at the age where ladies started to settle down and form their families.

Chapter 222: The Unbroken Circle Valerio’s POV Sofia turned eighteen on a clear September morning when the air still carried the last warmth of summer but already hinted at the crisp bite of autumn. She had grown into a young woman who carried Elena’s grace and my quiet intensity, her dark hair falling in loose waves past her shoulders, her gray eyes sharp with curiosity and a stubborn streak that made us both proud and wary. She had spent the previous year traveling through Europe with a small group of friends, studying art history in Florence and then Rome, sending us photographs of sunlit piazzas and ancient statues that made Elena smile and me quietly proud. Now she was home, back in the

Mia began, trying to shake the sadness off, “how was camp? I’m sorry I missed the end of it. I couldn't pick you up myself.” Sofia tilted her head, eyes twinkling with mischief. “It was great. But, Mom, you should know. I'm practically a grown-up now. I can travel on my own, you know." Mia blinked, her heart momentarily stalling. “Wait, what?” Sofia burst out laughing, her hands waving in the air as if she were explaining something obvious. “You heard me. I’m thirteen now, Mom. I’m practically a teenager-adult! I can do things by myself.”

Valentina had stayed up all night making paper flowers. “I remember looking at both of you and thinking I was the luckiest man alive,” Luca said quietly. “I still think that. Even now.” Valentina’s memory was quieter. It was the night Sofia had her first heartbreak at sixteen. She had cried for hours. Luca had made hot chocolate. Valentina had sat on the bed with her, braiding her hair and telling stupid jokes until Sofia laughed through her tears. Luca had checked on them every hour, bringing more tissues and snacks.

I found it extremely weird that I felt absolutely nothing for someone who was my fiancée. Sure, I had lost my memories and stuff, but at least my heart ought to still be able to recall her and flutter at her attempt to touch me. “You really don't remember me, huh?” Sofia smiled sadly. “It's fine though because I will always be here for you no matter what.” “Mum told me that we have a daughter,” I said. “What is her name and how old is she?” “Yes, we do and she looks just like you,” Sofia smiled. “Her name is Olivia and she's currently five years old. I will bring her on my next visit.”

“Yes, I know that. But I don't understand why you'd show me a photo of a woman who looks like she's in her nineties. I'm only eighteen, surely that can't be my mother except we have another Sarah in our time.” That made him snort and he took out the toothpick he'd been chewing on mercilessly. “You're right, she isn't your mother.” He dug into his pockets again, pulling out a chewing gum this time. “But she had the same initials as your mother; Sofia P. R. Her name is Sofia Pietro Renato.” I huffed, folding my arms over my chest. “That's not enough reason to pull such a prank on me.”

It whole 400 square yard front area was covered in the garden between it was the stone path to walk toward the mansion with an enormous fountain in it, design with beautiful statue and fairy lights. James entered in the mansion when someone hugged him tightly. Brother thank god you are fine. I was very worried about you. Someone said worryingly. Sofia I am fine see nothing happened to me. James said softly to her. She is James little sister Sofia. She is 20 year old, studying management at Los Angeles famous University. She was very childish but clever. She is the apple of the eye for everyone specially James. She has white complexion of skin,brown hair,eyes is brown in color, normal height,

Sofia wore a black Godfather-style trench coat, her hair cut short, a red rose symbolizing family power pinned to her chest. In the past period, she had ruthlessly purged the family elders and become the youngest Godfather in history. She was no longer the delicate princess she once was. The innocence in her eyes was gone, replaced by the commanding presence of a ruler. "You sure you're not staying?" Sofia looked at me, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. "You could be my second-in-command. We could run this city together." I shook my head, looking towards the departure gate. "I'm not cut out for an office. It'd make me rusty. Besides, Mom's got a lot of 'business' to wrap up in Sicily. There

"Why not? Jesus, you guys act like I'm a baby. I'll be seventeen this year—Sarah's age when she started dating you." Angel's jaw locked. "That's different." "How?" "It just is, Sof." Angel tried to walk around Sofia to leave. This conversation was over. Alex was right. Eric would just have to stay away. But Sofia didn't let him by her. She put her hand on his chest and looked him straight in the eye. "You and Alex are going to have to face it sooner or later. I'm not a little girl anymore." Angel wasn't used to her being so dauntless, and he didn't like it. "Dad won't have it either."

Maybe getting information from her would not be as hard as I thought it would be. “What happened to her?” I asked, pushing my luck a bit. Sofia looked at me with a sad smile. “She was killed when I was sixteen.” “Oh, that's terrible. I'm so sorry to hear that.” “Yeah, it was a pretty dark moment. I left the house a year later. Papa thought it would be better if I left.” She explained to me. The blood drained from my face. Dominic was right. She did not leave the Mafia because she wanted to, her father made her leave. I had to be careful. Sofia was definitely hiding something, and I needed to find out what that was, so I ignored her slip-up.