Sofia The First Great Aunt-venture Novels & Stories

“My first name will be better.” I sighed and sat on the bed confused. My eardrums caught her hesitations, “Priela, if you can get your mum to let you go out, then convincing the chief security would be easier that way. And for the gates I can handle them.” The frustration in my chest melted completely into happiness, “ Thank you, Sofia. Now let's get into the plan.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ The house loomed behind us as we drove from it. Sofia sat quietly beside Max as usual. Their eyes focused on the road.

Chapter 170 — Rome, Faith, and Ice Cream The plane descended over Rome with that jolt that reminds you the adventure is just beginning. Sofía looked out the window with wide eyes, like a little girl seeing everything for the first time, even though she was no stranger to traveling. But this time was different: she wasn’t alone, nor was she with colleagues or at a conference. This time, she had Adrián by her side, squeezing her hand, and Ayden, who, in his little seat, was kicking his legs in fascination.

She called us on our bullshit and loved us anyway. The next morning we took Sofia to the park near the hotel. She ran ahead, pointing out buildings and asking a million questions about the city’s history. Celeste walked between Nico and me, holding our hands when no one was looking. People still stared sometimes. The Voss family had always drawn attention, but now it was different. Less fear, more curiosity. “Dad, can we get ice cream?” Sofia called out. I grinned. “Only if your mom says yes.” Celeste laughed. “One scoop. And no complaining when you can’t finish dinner later.”

Victor said “Victor,” he said without turning around. “ as I’ve said before, I need you to go to Saint Catherine’s orphanage today. Dig into Sofia’s origin. Everything. Who brought her there, any records, any mentions of family. I don’t care how deep you have to go.” Victor nodded grimly. “I’ll leave immediately.” Sofia sat alone in their bedroom later that afternoon, staring at an old wooden box she had taken from the top shelf of the closet. She hadn’t opened it in years. Inside were the few things she had arrived with at the Virelli estate when she was seven.

I relaxed as my heart resumed beating. “Where’s grandfather,” Aleksey quickly asked. “He left for New York,” Sofia said. “Alone?! Is that wise,” Aleksey demanded. “Ivan offered to go with him. Once daddy is safe with his team in New York, Ivan will fly right back,” Sofia said, working on a baby blanket. She’d now made four baby blankets but I was happy she found something she liked to do. Plus, winter was coming very soon, well it was somewhat already here.

Queen mumbled with a smirk “ Okay….what is that little one” Sofia muttered “ Help me get on that plane” Queen said “ Why, where is your guardian or mother” Sofia asked with a knowing look “ Well, I want to go back to my papa and mama, I do not want to stay with my devilish aunty anymore” Queen mumbled “ Okay, I will help you so can I get your name now” Sofia asked “ Queen but you can call me Queenie since you are my friend” Queen said with a smile

The sense of peace that always soothed his violent nature was gone. "Papa, next week is the school's spring equestrian festival. Can you and Auntie Jessy come?" Sofia asked, batting her big eyes, her face full of the expectation of a spoiled child. "Of course," Santino answered casually, cutting his steak. He suddenly froze, his knife and fork hovering. "Before... who went with you? Was it your mother?" Both children grimaced in disgust. "It was her... but we never wanted her to go!" Leo pouted, his tone dripping with disdain. "She always dressed like some old-fashioned nun. She never even bothered to talk to the other wives."