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Sofia A gentle hand brushed my face, making me stir from my sleep. However, I wouldn't open my eyes, I was in a dream. Yes, there was a hand that was touching my face affectionately and I loved it. I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world. Its feel tickled my ears and goosebumps popped out of my flesh. “Sofia.” A soft voice kissed my ear. I loved that too. I might shut my eyes forever, but I was startled out by a loud unpleasant bang.

" Yes, yes. Gabriel, you'll sing!" " No, I will. I and Blake will sing together." Sofia said hesitantly with a blush. She looked at Gil with big hypnotic eyes that made heat rise in his pants. Gil stood and stretched a hand to her, " I don't sing as angelic as Gabriel does but we'll work it out." His voice was laced with ulterior motives. Sofia ingenuously held his hand and rose to her feet. She didn't know how much she would last on the stage with him but she hoped it wasn't long.

I whisper to him, and he hiccups. Varien looks up at me, and I smile at him. "I, Reyna Andrew, cut ties Fallow Pack," I announced. I feel my sore, beat-up body into a new bond between me and Varien. "Let's go Varien."

Their eyes got locked for a while before Sofiya spoke out. “I messed it up, right?” “What?” Jacob was not able to understand her. “I messed up your life, right? If it wasn’t me then Ella would still be with you safe and sound. This all would not happen if it wasn’t for me. You didn’t have to come after me if I had not met you. I wish if I had died… in that…” Suddenly, Jacob pressed his lips against her’s. Sofiya’s eyes widened in shock for a while. But gradually she closed her eyes and motioned her lips along with Jacob and felt the fresh emotion of their first kiss.

The young man turned to the mouth of the alley, Tania cursed herself for staring too hard. Both were silent for a moment, staring at each other as if time stopped and the earth rested for a moment. DEG. At a glance, Tania felt herself in a black-and-white film, complete with mellow background music. The bang of a musical instrument, the piano being played, the violin, the melodic sound swept away the two. Be still, be right there, destiny gotta bring us together. 'That guy was handsome, oh dear!' was the first thing that crossed Tania's brain, even though there were far more important things to realize.

“We won’t.” Valentina added softly, “We promise.” Sofia nodded once. Then she stood, tucked the album under her arm, and headed toward the stairs. At the bottom step she paused. “Next Saturday,” she said without turning around, “I want waffles instead of pancakes. With strawberries.” Luca’s laugh was small and broken. “Waffles it is.” Sofia disappeared upstairs. Luca and Valentina stayed on the couch. The album lay between them like a bridge.

she announces dryly. I laugh. “I’m Voilette. Your new nurse." "Great. Another one," she mutters, eyes glued to her iPad—Ariana Grande’s "thank u, next" plays softly. "You like Ariana?" I ask, leaning against the bedside table. Sophia’s eyes flick to me, suspicious. "Prove you’re not a poser. Name five Ariana songs. Now." I smirk. ""7 rings." "Problem." "Dangerous Woman." "Break Free." "Into You.""

“While we assess how many of those ‘everyones’ are harmless gossip addicts and how many are the ones who sent you the fence pictures.” “Which you still haven’t shown me,” I say. He lifts a brow. “I thought you’d had enough nightmares for one night,” he says. “Jace has them. He’ll go over them with you after breakfast.” “Lucky me,” I mutter. Sofie bangs her spoon on the table. “I sing song!” she declares. “From ’puter!” I blink. “From what?” “From ’puter,” she insists. “Mama song. Wolf song.”

Oh well”} “SOFIA!!!!!”

Ava Sofia flicked through the digital console at the side of the grand piano, dismissing the orchestral presets with a theatrical sigh. “This is not a debutante ball,” she declared. “We need something real.” She scrolled through a few more options, then tapped her selection with a flourish. The opening bassline of “Dancing On My Own” thumped through the speakers, crystalline and mournful and perfect. I shot her a look. She shrugged, all innocence. “What? It’s a classic.”