Novel & Cerita Sophie Foster

What could be so important? "Because this is a free country and I don't need to listen to you because I really don't have an interest in what you say about how I should dress!" Sophie has long wavy brown hair that compliments her seemingly black eyes. She also has a body that I could only dream of having. If you can’t tell by now Sophie and I are sharp opposites. She goes shopping every weekend and gets her nails done. Not to mention all of the guys that ask her out on a daily basis.

Jaw tight, I look at our joined hands then back at him. His smile is almost sweet, “How about your visions? Have you had any more?” I absentmindedly caress his hand as I answer, “I’ve been doing a bit of research, and I think I know who Sophie is. Apparently, she’s in the middle of some forest planting trees or something for Earth club. I asked her mom if she has spoken to her. But she told me that she hasn’t been able to talk to her because the reception has been spotty. I don’t know what else to do.” I say, disheartened.

"Trust me on this one, mom. Right now, I am not Hailey, okay? I'm Felisha Hughes. Your model. The one who has been modeling your line all these years." I can see the question in her eyes but it was gone quickly when I saw the group, whom I was dreading the most, came to approaches us. Sophie has a wide smile spreading onto her face and her red fiery hair straight and swaying behind her back. She was wearing a pretty pastel white-nude dress, a crochet cardigan, and brown booties. Nico/Sheen was wearing a simple black shirt with a side pocket that has an Aztec design on it and black pants.

Location: Silver Croft Avenue, Blackwood City, Pearl Coast. Sophia, a stunning 28-year-old woman with an olive skin tone and a flair for fashion, paces around her father's opulent living room, her heels clicking on the polished marble floor. Sophia, popularly called Sophiee by her two bosom friends, holds the phone close to her straight hair, which falls just below her chin. She is styled in a chic, bouncy bob with a side part that adds to her effortless charm.

"I'm your mother. There's no such thing as a grudge between a mother and her daughter. On account of how I took care of you all these years, please forgive me just this once, okay?" Chortling, I retorted mockingly, "What are you saying? How is Tanya an orphan? It's my first time hearing someone talk about themselves as if they're dead." Flustered, Naomi started stammering, "S-Sophie, s-she's your aunt's child! Your aunt, my cousin, died young, so she left Tanya in my care. Everyone in the family knows about this…" I patted Tanya's face before turning to Naomi.

"Just listen to what I have to say." "Just tell me!" she insisted, her eyes pleading. "Brandon saw a girl at the University of Finance and Economics who looks strikingly similar to you. She’s 20 years old, and her name is Sophie now." There was a moment of silence as the words sank in. Then, a soft "boom" seemed to echo in Mrs. Carpenter’s mind. Her eyes filled with tears, turning red almost instantly. "Bring her back," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Please, bring her back to me..."

Harper inquired. “Certainly, feel free to ask me anything, and I will provide answers,” Sophie replied. “Very well, may I ask where you are from?” Harper questioned. “I am from the United Kingdom,” Sophie answered. “Which institution did you attend for your studies?” Harper inquired. “I completed my tertiary education at the University of London,” Sophie replied. “What is your profession?” Harper asked. “I am a pastry chef,” Sophie stated. “Impressive! So, do you specialise in baking cakes?” Harper inquired.

Mitchell later. In bed, Sophie tightened her grip on the blanket beneath her, feeling a surge of humiliation. She knew all too well that the honey tea was just an excuse. What Gertrude Foster, Mitchell's grandmother, actually wanted to remind her of was that she had to seduce Mitchell. Like a prostitute, she was to seduce her own husband. But Sophie couldn't argue against her. She was an orphan who had been adopted by the Warner family. They had raised her, arranged for her education, and let her work at the family company, Warner Enterprises, after graduation.

“Yes.” Sophie shrieked, flinging herself at us so hard that Alexander almost toppled backwards. He laughed as he caught her and wrapped his other arm around me, pulling us into a tangled, tear-soaked embrace. “Mommy said yes! Mommy said yes!” Sophie chanted, bouncing in his arms. “Now I can be Sophie Langston, Princess of Cupcakes!” I choked on a laugh as I wiped my tears. “Princess of Cupcakes?”

"Maya Chen. Sophie will be so happy to see you." She pulled me through the crowd to the kitchen. Sophie stood by the counter. Jeans and a yellow shirt. Her hair was shorter now. She looked up. Saw me. Her face went pale. "Maya." "Hi Sophie." We stared at each other. Eight years collapsed into nothing. "You're a firefighter." Sophie spoke first. "Mom told me." "Yeah." "That's amazing." "You're a beekeeper." "I am." She smiled. Small. Uncertain. "Started in California. Now I'm bringing it here."