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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 8 𝐴 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙..... 𝐴𝑛 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙..... Sophia I plunged into my earpod as the loud voice of Beyonce filled me with whole It was my favorite song. 𝐻𝑎𝑙𝑜

she asked with a sigh and slouched her back. Sofia stood up from where she sat and went to sit beside her bestie then held her hand in hers and gave them a small squeeze. “It's never too much to ask dear… even as a human being when it comes to your dignity and respect, nothing is actually too much to ask” she assured her and Audriana rests her head on her shoulder while she put her hand over her shoulder. “Maybe because it's my first… everything, not first date but he is my first kiss, my first, and I think my first love now” her lips quivered as she spoke and Sofia sighed.

Sofia's laughter was a symphony that lifted Georgina's spirits, a rare and treasured melody in her otherwise tumultuous life. Georgina sang sweet lullabies, her voice a soothing rhythm that calmed both her and Sofia. In an act of sheer joy, she gently threw Sofia into the air and caught her, reveling in her daughter's giggles. The room, a prison, transformed into a sanctuary where love and laughter bloomed.

her loud voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence in the car. “What do you want to listen to?” “That song we used to listen to in high school, 'I will always love you,' by Whitney Houston,” Sofia said. “I don't have that song anymore,” Jared said, his eyes fixed on the road. “Why wouldn't you have a song that meant so much to us?” Sofia pouted, appearing hurt. He shrugged and chuckled, and I felt a sting. He always seemed relaxed around her, something that felt oddly reserved when it was just the two of us.

What would their family have looked like? The sound of an old jazz record startled him from his thoughts. A soft, nostalgic piano note echoed through the room, followed by his younger voice crooning on the record. His debut track. He turned and saw Sofia by the old record player, her fingers lightly grazing the vinyl. He couldn’t help but grin. "You know this song? You weren’t even born when I made it." Sofia shrugged. "I did my research, Dad. Found some of your old stuff online. You were kind of a big deal."

she asked, a small smile touching her lips. "I can hear you," Nomo said. "The whole world can hear you now." "Good," Sofia said, looking out over the city as the first hint of a true dawn began to touch the horizon. "Because I have a lot more to say." "What’s the first thing?" Somito’s voice asked, joined by the sound of Pella’s laughter. "The first thing," Sofia said, her eyes flashing with a brilliant, sapphire light. "Is that we’re going home."

she finished softly. There was silence, and then chaos erupted Sofia shrieked, vaulted out of her chair, and hurled herself at Valentina, arms around her neck. “Mommy! Really?” “Careful, amore,” I warned, reaching to hold them both. “Mommy has a baby in her stomach.” Sofia immediately let go and dropped to her knees, pressing both hands gently against Valentina’s still-flat belly. “Hi, baby,” she whispered, utterly serious. “Please be a girl. Boys are disgusting.”

sprouting out of them. A new song was played by the DJ and the crowd went noisy, cheering and expecting her to dance whilst feeding their eyes on her body. The men were yelling that she should strip herself naked. Sofia suddenly felt like running back but she couldn't. She had to do this to pay her mother's debts. Immediately, she began moving her hips, her hands ran down her body seductively in accordance to the beat of the song. She grasped a long pole as she swirled her body around it.

Made-up melodies about princesses and dragons and happy endings. The kind of songs kids sing before the world teaches them better. "I'm terrified." Sofia's voice drops low enough that I have to lean in to hear her. "Of becoming someone who treats relationships like contracts with exit clauses, contingency plans and predetermined outcomes." I glance at her. Sofia doesn't do vulnerable. She does competent. Controlled. Capable of crushing opposing counsel before lunch. "Where's this coming from?" "Friday night. Gallery opening." She pulls off her sunglasses, meets my eyes. "I saw this fractured mirror installation and I realized—I've been performing for too long."