Sofia Vergara Ethnicity Novels & Stories

“In which era are you living? People don’t need to get married to have a child.” Lilian’s gaze burned like a lit flame, and she straightened her back, lifting her chin defiantly. “Maybe other people, Armin, but we are not like them,” she spat, her voice dripping with contempt. “We are Rodriguez. You carry the blood of your great-grandfather, Lucas Suegra, and your grandfather, Armin Rodriguez, in your veins, Armin Rodriguez Suegra Junior.” Her hand pounded against her chest, her eyes fierce as she invoked their legacy.

After talking to the workers, he left with Dave to the basement to wait. Sofia’s POV Sofia had finished freshening up and she headed straight to the dining table and sat down while Mary served her dinner. While eating together with Mary, they had a little chit-chat as she told Mary about her and where she is from. “So tell me where are you from?” Mary asked Sofia. “I’m from Cleveland, Ohio,” Sofia said smiling “Oh okay. I’ve not been there before.” “Hahaha. It’s one of the local and not well-known places in the U.S.A. You probably won’t know there.”

“Hmph, all talk, no action. Who are you? A VIP? A fashion guru?!” “Neither.” “What good is your flashy getup? You’re a caregiver from the countryside who just got lucky, what right do you have to be here?!” Veronica could only attack her background. After all, she was genuinely scared that this woman would whip out a marriage license, and she’d be forced to admit she was the mistress in public! “Veronica, enough!” Thiago frowned, his tone icy. Everyone’s gaze shifted back to Kira, who remained composed. This lady, with such a remarkable aura, was really a caregiver from the countryside? There wasn’t a hint of rusticity about her; she was all fashion!