Novel & Cerita Sofia The First A Royal Wedding

They both sat at the edge, with Sienna playing with the water and petals. I looked at Diane and couldn’t quite read her expression. “Cassia, I’m glad you are happy and enjoying his majesty’s favors, but… have you thought about the consequences?” I was confused now. “Consequences?” She continued, “Like when he actually finds his future queen. Heaven forbid it happen anytime soon- or even in our lifetime- because you… you’ll be the first person she’ll want to execute.” Her voice was somber. Despite the warm water and calming essence, I shivered, feeling a chill of dread. She was right. It wasn’t uncommon. It was said to have happened in the Taluna kingdom—the new queen publicly executed the om

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

She just wanted to see what happened to him now. And now Cosmo was not only walking closer to her, she was sitting beside him, beside her bed smiling at Mila. "Can we try on the clothes now?" asked the maid in an enthusiastic voice, it seems she can't wait for Mila to try on the wedding dress and not only that, the whole kingdom has actually been waiting for this moment and doesn't want to miss it at all. This was the royal family's first marriage in more than eighty years. "Yes, yes, we will try it now," said Mila in a voice that sounded a little stiff. She seemed to be trying not to worry and stopped to glance at Cosmo again and again, but that was hard to do considering how the creature w

"PLANNING A WEDDING WITH A SIX YEAR OLD IS NOT PLANNING A WEDDING. IT IS NEGOTIATING A PEACE TREATY WITH SOMEONE WHO HAS VERY STRONG OPINIONS AND NO INTENTION OF COMPROMISING." SOFIA

Kent's voice. “You know, I’ve been meaning to tell you something, Sofia. Your presence here today is quite refreshing. You’ve got this grace about you, a kind of power. Not many women have that, you know? Most people get swallowed up by the weight of their family name. But not you.” “Thank you, Dr. Farrow," I said in turn. When old men start complimenting you in a setting like this it only means one thing. "But I’ve always believed that people should be judged on their work, not their last name.” I said.

A moment later, a woman’s voice floated in from the foyer. “Sorry to come by so late.” Then Sofia Romano walked in with the child in her arms. She wore a simple ivory dress, understated and elegant, her dark hair falling loose over her shoulders. The little boy—about a year old—rested against her chest, wide dark eyes taking in everything around him. In her hand, she carried a deep blue gift box. Luca’s face darkened at once. “What are you doing here?” His voice was ice now, nothing like the warmth he had used with me only moments before.

My blood boiled upon knowing who she was. “Sofia,” Aurora mentioned my name and the way she did that, it's as if that she's mocking on me. I know what she wants. To disturb the hell of me. “What do you want?” I asked on my cold tone, and she just grinned towards me like an evil. “I just wanted to ask you about you being a drama queen?” She asked and that made me to grit my teeth on her. “I'm not a drama queen, Aurora. You should not forget that I am still the Alpha's wife, and you're disrespecting me.” I barked on her, but she just laughed.

he looked up at me, “You won't like this” I simply waved my hand for him to continue, and he announced what rang in my ear three times, “Sofia is Alessandro's wife”

Prolouge. One and a half years earlier. The dinner in Spain. Sofia was on the opposite side of the room, while Vincenzo secretly admired her beauty. It had been two hours, not the Sofia caught Vincenzo attention without her even knowing. Her smile alone was so alluring, and Vincenzo wanted to be the reason she smiled every day, but he was afraid of what she would think of him. For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid.

His voice softened. “Not that I mind, but just to clear my conscience, who is the chosen one?” “Sofia Morelli.” “This name is not strange to me.” “She is the daughter of Giuseppe Morelli, who worked for me for many years.” “A simple maid?” “She is not a maid. I'm very fond of her and her father.” “Not that I mind your charity work, Dad. But we are one of the richest families in Italy. Strange that you want to marry your heir to a maid.”