Sofia The First And The Secret Library Novels & Stories

The second strategist followed shortly afterward, leaving me alone at the long wooden table with several open boxes and more history than I could organise in one afternoon. Outside the windows, Seattle had begun disappearing beneath the rain. The grey water and darker sky seemed to blend into one another, while the warmth of the library made the rest of the hotel feel distant. I became so absorbed in reading an old letter that I didn’t hear anyone approach. A coffee cup appeared beside my hand. I looked up to find Ethan standing across from me. He had removed his jacket and rolled the sleeves of his white shirt to his forearms. “Peace offering,” he said.

Finally, I managed to stammer, "W-Why didn't you ever tell me about her, Sofia? Why keep this secret hidden all this time?" Sofia's gaze met mine, and for a moment, there was a flicker of pain in her eyes. "You dare not talk to me about hidden things, Alex. You kept millions from me!” She yelled, her voice carrying a touch of sorrow. "Olivia and I... we share a complicated history, one that I've tried to shield myself from."

He put on a black long-sleeve button-down shirt, used his leather jacket, and even took the trouble to iron his jeans, decided to completely shave his face, and decided to walk calmly to the library so as not to get sweaty. Upon arriving at the library, He then enters to discover Sofia sitting at one of the library tables dressed in her typical reserved outfit, hiding her body. A long turtle sweater that even covered her hands was at least one size larger than she needed. She was also wearing oversized jeans and was staring at some books, flipping through them quickly, moving them from side to side, reading a page of one and a page from another. With a smile, Alex walked with the utmost gent

Luca: Where are you? Me: The library. Third floor. Luca: How fitting. Luca: Have you ever imagined getting relief in a library, Sofia? I blinked. My thumbs hovered over the screen. Me: What? No. Luca: Why not? It's perfect. The silence makes the noise in your head louder, doesn't it? You're sitting there, surrounded by rules, surrounded by people who think you're a good girl. But you're sore because you spent the night on your knees for me.

The girls and granny were taking me somewhere. I was in between seven young ladies, there were eight in total but one left. She was team Sofia I could notice. We reached the library which Luciano mentioned. And my God, massive was a small word for it. It was gigantic. The room had a historical theme. Antique vase, wooden shelves, old-style furniture, it all was aesthetical.

Maya just said, "Holy shit. You could get lost in here and not even mind." Sofia glowed. "Isn’t it beautiful? I come in here sometimes just to smell the air. Paper, salt, dust. There’s nothing like it." I traced a finger along a shelf of first editions. Many of them were in languages I didn’t know. "Are these all Levi’s?" Sofia shrugged. "Some are his. Some have been here longer than any of us. If you see one with the spine cracked and notes in the margins, that’s probably mine."

Chapter 4 The library was a sanctuary of mahogany and leather, lit only by the amber glow of a dying fire and a few strategically placed lamps. Sofia sat in a wingback chair, a book open on her lap, though she hadn't read a single word in an hour. She was wearing a sheer, emerald-green slip that clung to her skin, the thin straps barely holding the fabric up. She knew Lorenzo would be home soon. She could feel the shift in the house's energy, the way the staff moved with more urgency.

"What do you mean, you don't know –" I was cut short by the door going open, and Sofia stepping. Oh please, not now. "Those old, dirty-looking books?" She asked with a smirk. "I got rid of them. I didn't see the need for them. I almost got rid of your novels too, but I couldn't because I love novels too. I guess that's the only thing we both have in common." I slowly straightened up, praying I heard wrongly. "You did what?" "I got rid of them,” She repeated. “They were looking so large and medieval. You weren't coming back anyway, so I thought –"

There was no way around it—she had a date with dusty library shelves. The library wasn’t hard to find, thanks to the tourist map pinned up at the chalet’s entrance. Quaint and unassuming, it was wedged between a café and a souvenir shop selling overpriced snow globes. Hardly the setting for a conspiracy that could bring down European democracy, but Leila knew better than to trust appearances. She stepped inside, the scent of old books and mildew wrapping around her like bad memories.

I explained to Sonia what had happened and she sighed with her hand over her face. "Of course, you don't lie to me, you only withhold. I believe you but one thing you must understand is that Sofia did not leave because of that" "Did you listen to a word I said? She caught--" "Sofia is the Mafia Princess" Sonia suddenly interrupted me and my eyes dimmed in confusion, "What? What's that supposed to mean?" My runner looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Sofia is the long-lost Di Marco Princess"