SofiFiarst the
Written by
Catherine Hapka Illustrated by
Grace Lee
A special story for
Claire
With love from
Aunt Susan
SofFiiarst the
A special story for
Claire
With love from
Aunt Susan
Written by
Catherine Hapka Illustrated by
Grace Lee
To the best niece in the world. Love, Aunt Susan
Hi Claire,
My name is
Sofia.
It used to be just me and my mom. But then Mom married King Roland. Now she’s the queen of Enchancia . . .
and I’m a
princess.
The trouble is, I don’t really know anything about being a princess. I never had to do a royal wave . . .
I’m not sure when to curtsy . . .
or even which fork to use at dinner.
I’ll never be as perfect a princess as my new stepsister, Amber.
“Just be yourself and you’ll be fine,” Mom tells me.
I’m not sure that will work. How can I be myself and be a at the same time? What would you do if you were me, Claire?
princess
Then King Roland—um, I mean my new dad—tries to help. He gives me a beautiful necklace called the
A mu
r o l let of Ava
Dad says it’s a welcome-to-the-family gift and that lots of princesses before me have worn it.
Then he tells me we’re having a royal ball in my honor. He says we’ll dance the first waltz together. That’s another thing I don’t know how to do—dance!
Maybe there will be a dance class at my new school,
Royal Prep Academy.
The headmistresses are three fairies named
Flora,
Fauna, and
Merryweather.
They promise to teach me everything about being a
princess.
Hooray! I do have a dance class! Amber lends me a pair of special shoes. I think she’s starting to like me.
Oh, no! Amber tricked me! These shoes are under a magic spell.
The whole class laughs at me. I feel pretty foolish, Claire.
But even worse, I still don’t know how to waltz,
and
the
ball
is tonight!
Then I remember Cedric, the sorcerer at the castle. James, my stepbrother, says he has all sorts of magic spells.
I ask Cedric to help. He writes down some magic words. He says if I recite them at the ball, I’ll be able to waltz like a real princess.
“All hail Princess Sofia!” says Baileywick as I enter the ballroom.
“Shall we dance?” the king says.
I recite Cedric’s magic words.
m o S nib u But I don’t start to dance.
s
Z Z ZZ
! a l Pop Cel ulis
Z
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Instead, everyone at the ball falls asleep—
even Cedric!
Z Z
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Oh, no!
What have I done, Claire?
“Help!”I cry. Suddenly,
my amulet glows and
Cinderella appears!
“Your amulet brought me here,” she tells me. “When a princess is in trouble, another will come to help.”
“Can you reverse the spell, Cinderella?” “No, I can’t, but your new sister might be able to help.”
“But Amber’s been so mean to me!” I say.
Cinderella knows what it’s like to have mean stepsisters. “I wish I had given my stepsisters a second chance,” she says. “Perhaps that’s what Amber needs.” Then she disappears.
Amber is still in her room. She never made it to the ball. She finally tells me why she’s been acting so mean.
“I was worried that everyone would like you more than me,” she says sadly.
“No one could ever be as perfect a princess as you, Amber!�
I tell her about Cedric’s magic spell. We search his workshop,
and find a spell that will wake everyone up.
We hurry to the ballroom.
“Wait,” Amber says. “I owe you a dance lesson.”
Now I know we’re true sisters—and
ever-after friends. Just like you and me, Claire!
When I get to the ballroom, I say the magic words, and everyone wakes up. Then the king and I begin to waltz.
I look over at Amber and smile. I can’t believe how happy I am… I think I’m going to fit into this royal family after all.
“Sofia,” my dad says, “I’m so proud of you. You dance wonderfully!” “Thank you, Your Majesty—I mean, Dad.” “You know, Sofia, being a princess is about having a good heart. And you’re going to make a great princess.”
“Dad, I’ve been wondering . . . why do they call you King Roland the Second?” “Because my father was also named Roland.”
“Well . . .” I say, “I guess that makes me
t h ” e a F i r i s t ! f So “And you’re Claire the First!”
And I am one princess who can’t wait to see what happens tomorrow and all the days
happily ever after!
The End
Dearest Claire, ’s Thank you for letting me share my story with you! It like always so nice to have a friend. Sometimes it seems I still have so many things to learn about being a princess. Do you ever feel that way? But then I always remember what Mom says: “Just be yourself and you’ll be fine.” Claire, it’s important to be yourself—there’s no one else in the world like you. And there’s no one else in the world I would rather call my friend! Here’s to a friendship happily ever after! Love, your friend forever, Sofia PS: Don’t forget—when a princess is in trouble, another one will come to help!
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SoFfirisat the
Meet Sofia, a little girl who lives a rather ordinary life. But
everything changes when her mother, Miranda, marries a king. To introduce Sofia at the Royal Ball , the king asks her to dance the first waltz with him. But Sofia doesn’t even know how to dance! With some helpful tips from three good fairies—and one special visitor—Sofia learns what it takes to fit into her royal family . . . and what it really means to be a princess.