Sofia The First How Old Is Amber Novels & Stories

Sophia's POV The break room was small and cramped with flickering fluorescent lights and a vending machine that hummed constantly but it was quiet and it was mine—well mine and Amber's. Amber had been the first person to talk to me when I started working at Sinclair Industries. She was in her late twenties with bright pink hair and a nose ring and a energy that I wonder where she always gets it from… I mean she’s always hyperactive. She'd been working as a janitor for a year now and knew all the ins and outs of the building.

Motioning for her to follow me and sit down on the couch, “So what's first?” She literally squealed and opened her book bag, revealing all kinds of makeup, nail polish, and I almost didn't believe it, but a DVD. “Ok, first things first, we're going to do makeup. I'm going to turn you into a Queen,” squealed Amber as she grabbed some lotion. She indeed grabbed a whole tub of lotion out of her magical book bag and began to rub it all over my face and neck. “My mama always says if you don't moisturize, you'll have wrinkles by the time you're twenty-five. She’s fifty, so I know for a fact she knows what she's talking about because there's not a wrinkle in sight.”

Ivy slowed down and whispered to me “She really is.” Selene rolled her eyes but stepped aside to let them in. I watched the whole exchange quietly. Then Sofia turned slightly, revealing someone small hiding behind her leg. “Oh,” Selene said softly. “My babyyyy” Sofia gently nudged the little girl forward. “This is my daughter, Amy” The girl peeked out slowly, her fingers clutching the fabric of Sofia’s shirt. She looked about five or six with big curious eyes, though she was clearly shy. She looks so pretty

She asks and I chuckled before bending down to her height "I'm Rissa" I tell her "how old are you Amber"? I ask her and she hold up her finger for me "I'm 7" she grins widely "You're pretty smart for a seven year old" I tell her and she just giggles "I like your hair" she says taking a strand of my hair in her finger "come on let's go meet Grandma, she has been talking about meeting you since morning" she says dragging me by my hand, I look to Tristan for help but he just smiles and gives me a thumbs up

Even though Amber was happy that heavens had been merciful enough to give her a chance more, she still felt sad about the slave's death. "I really hope your soul finds peace" Amber said solemnly. She stood up from the bed but her movement halted as her eyes suddenly caught something. Wasn't she supposed to be a slave, why is her dress so elegant! She saw a huge mirror at one corner of the room and walked towards it. She was momentarily stunned as she saw her reflection.

the secretary explains. "It turns out that she's a 17 years old girl. I also heard that she was recruited by a company that Damian owned as an intern but I don't think that's the case" the secretary added. Mr. Ivote smiled at what the secretary had said. "17, you say? My, that's quite young. I didn't know Mr. Castillo had that kind of standards" he said with a cold smile as he stared at the picture of Amelia. "Where is the spy that I sent?" Mr. Ivote asked and puts down the document on his desk.

“Hopefully not, considering she’s been dead for ten years. It’s been a longtime Giovanni. And you’re still the only one who calls me by my middle name.” He chuckled, “And you still have a mouth on you. I’d hoped you would have grown out of that by now Giovanna. Ciao Julian. I haven’t seen you in quite a while my friend.” Amber resisted the urge to roll her eyes and bit her tongue to keep from speaking. The last time her dear old daddy had seen her, Amber was a teenager trying not to withdrawal, either of those things would make a person mouthy. Not to mention her own father had offered her a job in a whore house. That was stellar parenting right there. She took a gulp of her water.

You sent Amber to her, didn't you? "No. She was being Amber. So I just asked her, to go look for someone else to bother. Seems like she found the right person." She said as they both watch the two. Maya was high fiving Amber, then they both grinned at each other, like they have known each other their whole life. "Sophia was not wrong. She is everything and more she described. Damn too good for you, if I must say." Xavier arches his brow now. "Why does everyone keep saying that?" He asked, his lips curving into a proud grin.

Sofia looked at me. “She looked like you.” My heart stopped. Valentina’s hand tightened around mine. Sofia swallowed. “She was older than me. Maybe by a few years.” “That doesn’t make sense.” “I know.” “Then explain.” “She told me her name.” “What name?” Sofia hesitated. Then she said, “Amara.” Valentina’s eyes widened. “No.” Sofia shook her head. “Not your Amara.” She looked at me. “The original Amara.”

“What I do know is that Amelia met Samara’s father here in White Cliffs. I know that Cooper knew where this place was.” “That means her father was let in.” Indy interrupts, her golden eyes dance between us as she tries to keep up. “What if he wasn’t let in?” Klaus mutters from the window. “What if he was already here and Amelia helped them escape?” He spins around to face me. “Do you know how old Samara is?” “Twenty five ish. Maybe. Keeping tabs of people's ages is not really on my list of things to do. I would say something similar to Neah’s age. I didn’t think Thalia had been here that long?”