Novel & Cerita Sophia From Dance Moms

After she'd had her fill of biting me, she pulled back and looked at me like I was nothing. "What gives you the right to wear Mamma's dress?" she hissed. "Why didn't you just drown?" Her eyes were bloodshot, and traces of my blood still clung to her lips and teeth. She looked like she wanted to tear me apart. Suppressing a frown, I asked as calmly as I could, "Sofia, didn't you lock all of your Madre's dresses away?" The color drained from her face. I had exposed her lie. She slapped me hard, then burst into tears and ran off.

I say, laughing a little remembering how I behaved at the dance class. After the whole dance class fiasco, I get two text messages. One from mama, and the other from Sofia. I open mama’s first, it says: I should be home on time that we have something to discuss and it’s vital. I wonder what she wants to tell me that is so important. I hope it’s nothing serious or anything terrible. Maybe it might be good news. I open Sophia’s message, which says: she is in town and this time with her fiancé. I am so happy I can’t wait to see her and her fiancé. I reply mama that I am on my way home, and Sofia that the three of us—or maybe four with Enzo as well—should meet up sometime for dinner or something

"Do it with me." Soon they both were practicing the balancibng stance together, while Sophia was about to disbalance herself, William held her hand tightly and they both continued the stance. Meanwhile.... Diana was at her home, inside her room from past four hours and was practicing very hard for the dance contest. She took a two minutes break and sat down on the chair, sipping some water. "There is no way nobody can defeat me. I know all the moves that anybody can know. There is no one to teach better moves than me." She smirked confidently, looking at her reflection in mirror.

" Sophia's mother replied Sophia looks back at the DJ booth and sees Malik bobbing his head and rocking his body to the music as he takes a couple sips from his drink as Jacob looks over to Sophia's left side and sees the dark skinned woman moving her round butt in a circle and drops it like it's hot while keeping her balance.She slowly goes back up swinging her hips side to side while staring at Malik as she bites down on her bottom lip. "Wow,you're mother isn't lying" Jacob said

Daniel mutters as he studies Sophia’s information intently. Sophia, a medical student in City B college. She comes from an average family but beautiful and young too. Daniel clicks on one of the photos, revealing Sophia surrounded by a bunch of students. Daisy leans over for a closer look and like an innocent little flower, exclaims, “She’s so beautiful! Is this Mommy?” Daniel nods gently, his expression unreadable. “Yes, I think she is Mommy.” Daisy grows increasingly excited by this as she flails her little arms around and moves closer. “Let me see clearly.” Aftrr a moment, she turns to look at him. “Mommy is so beautiful, why does daddy not want us to go to her?”

I was the extra piece. Footsteps stopped outside my door. "Still mad?" Leo's voice came through the crack, laced with a strange, triumphant tone. "Did you hear that? Dad's already forgotten you." I didn't answer. "Sophia is a hundred times better than you," he went on. "She teaches me to dance. She watches movies with me. And she gives Dad warm hugs. Not like you!" The sounds from upstairs got louder. "She said you're just another gold digger," Leo's voice turned vicious. "That you're only here for Dad's money."

“I know what you are going to say. Take as much time as you want but come with a positive reply. Give me a chance and I will make you the happiest woman in the world.” After they finished having the snack, Liam extended his hand for Sophia to dance. The light went dim on the dance floor. A slow Christmas song was playing in the stereo and both of them were dancing to the tune. After some time, Sophia felt dizzy. She did not even have the wine. What was happening to her?

“Well, I’m sure she’s got her mother’s talent. As for me, I’m completely tone-deaf and dance with two left feet. So, she definitely takes after you in that regard.” Sophia laughed, a soft, melodious sound that made my heart skip. “Oh, come on. I bet you’re not as bad as you say.” I grinned, relieved to see her so relaxed. “Trust me, I’d be a danger to any dance floor.” “Come to think of it, I’d never seen you dance before!” Sophia said, wide-eyed. “Like ever!” “Well, have you ever heard me sing?” I asked, grinning. She shook her head. “Oh, my gosh, no!”

I moaned as her hand cupped my braless boobs, groping both at once…. Sophia's POV My heart was beating fast as I slipped my phone into my bag. “Pointe (ballet) shoes, check, leotard… check…” I cross-checked everything again from top to bottom. “Still going to that studio again? Even if you want to continue dancing, you can find a better one you know, right.” Mum said as she helped me fill my milk bottle. “I know, I know Mum but the fact that we are wealthy doesn't mean I'm going to forget my origin or throw away all the memories instantly.” I said.

I agreed. "She's my favorite client?" Sandra's mother asked. "Oh my goodness, Sandra, are you talking to Sophia O’Shea on the phone?" Evelynn asked in the background. "Sophia O’Shea? The Sophia O’Shea? As in the woman who's been all over TV, on the front of almost every business magazine that exists, went to our high school, and owns that gorgeous house on the edge of town?" another girl squealed in the background. "Yes, Cynthia, that Sophia O’Shea." Sandra chuckled.