Novel & Cerita Sophie Foster

Too quiet. Then I stepped inside, and I heard music playing softly from the kitchen. My foster parents were curled up on the couch, sipping wine like it was a holiday evening. Helen looked up, her eyes lighting up. “Oh, Harper. You just missed him.” “Who?” I asked, already knowing. “Sophia’s friend,” she said, waving her hand vaguely. “Such a lovely young man. Very well-mannered. Said hello to both of us. You know, you could bring someone around once in a while too.”

Christ. We had met when I was still at St Florence Boys' home. Before Remon and I left the home and joined the gang. It was Halloween, and we had gone to throw eggs at the house of St Mary's foster home for girls. It was just a silly rivalry between two foster homes. It was dumb as fuck, I had no idea why we were out to egg them in the first place. Sophia had been this tiny, fierce little thing who caught and chased after us, refusing to stop no matter how many eggs we threw at her. I had to return her back to the home eventually.

Her long hair concealed the right. "Christie? This is my friend Sophie. She works for the art gallery downtown. Sophie? This is Christie." Sophie's hand was pale and warm, and she gave Christie a firm enough handshake without trying to be too assertive or matter of fact. "A pleasure to meet you." Sophie smiled, the look softening her features a bit and making them less dramatic. "Anyone who can live through Jacob's ridiculously spicy curry is a friend of mine. We can swap survivor stories from the time I was dumb enough to try his Thai food."

Mr Foster kept on looking agape at Noah who was bluntly insulting his daughter in front of everyone. “Sophia is young, much more talented than her age, beautiful, pure, a never ending list and what not. And most important thing hard working at such a young age. Tell me about yourself, were you this hard working and talented when you were young? Once a douchebag always a douchebag. Now out.” “What? Are you forgetting who I am?” “I said out.” All the murmur around the hall hushed, as they heard Noah’s loud resonating growl.

Sophie’s lips were pulled into a tight lipped smile as she sat opposite Cassie who couldn’t help but blush shyly “Only someone important to me that you’d meet later” Cassie leaned in and Sophie cupped her face as she pulled her into a quick kiss Sophie attends black hills high school just like Harley, she isn’t exactly a popular or cool kid and neither was she the nerdy type either. She is more or less like the jock/sporty type since she’s on the girl’s track team and she is one of their best athletes

Every major newspaper, tabloid, and online media outlet wrote about me, Sophia Foster, the eldest daughter of the Fosters, who had been abandoned on her wedding day but still insisted on completing the entire ceremony alone. Some criticized the cruelty of high society. Some sympathized with me. Of course, some simply enjoyed the spectacle. No matter what, for the first time, my name appeared ahead of Daniel's in the headlines. John hosted a banquet to make amends with the Fosters. Between toasts and small talk, John raised his glass toward me. "This is for you, Ceres. Thank you for protecting both families' dignity in such a crisis. The Rothmans wronged you, but don't worry. I'll make sure y

"Sophia is not acting alone, sweetheart. Someone is managing this from the outside. Someone helped her find us, find your school, plan the timing around your birthday." I looked down at the drawing still sitting on the coffee table. The little girl with the dark hair and the stuffed unicorn. Sophia's little sister. My half sister. "Is the little girl real?" I asked quietly. Mommy and Daddy exchanged one of those looks they thought I could not read anymore. I had been reading those looks my whole life. "Yes," Daddy said finally. "Her name is Iris. She is eight years old. She has been in a foster placement two hours outside the city. I have been covering the costs anonymously since she was pla

Waddled up to the door of the Victorian on the bend. Their life seemed perfect. I suppose I was wrong. In any case, the Fosters were inseparable—even when she got older. They would waltz around town laughing; sit at cafes looking like someone ought to be photographing them for a perfume campaign. And it stayed that way for a while, mind you. Until Chloe climbed out from a Taxi—and this I saw through my kitchen window.

I obey and close the gap between us smoothly. “That’s great, Mamma … Yep … Completely … Tiamo anch’io … until tomorrow then … Uhuh.” He repeats his goodbyes and hangs up, beaming at me like an excited child. “My mother has found Sophie a place to stay with a friend of the family. Someone she trusts, I trust too … Long-term foster arrangement while it goes through the legal process, then a forever home if she likes life with them.” He’s grinning at me in a way that makes me equally ecstatic for her; the Carreros work fast.

At first, Sonia who happened to be Sophie's friend did not want to tell us anything claiming she had no idea who Sophie was. " Please help us" I said passing her some dollar bills, she smiled mischievously and asked that we go to a corner so she could tell us everything. " She stopped working here, few months ago." She said when we asked her about Sophie. " She had a daughter right?" I asked her, optimistic that the woman I had seen was indeed Sophie. " Yes she does, the child is about 10 years old." She added.