WHEN Sophia entered her house, she heard someone clapping. The living room was well lit both by the lights from the ceiling and the sunlight illuminating from the windows. The sun had not set yet that time of the evening.
"The best sister in the world goes to Sophia Stark!"
Sophia rolled her eyes as her brother, Dale, was clapping and walking towards her from the kitchen. He was wearing an apron which Sophia was sure that she did not own. The black apron with white script print that said, The world's best brother and handsome chef.
Knowing her brother, he might have customized that apron for her home. She wondered what else he could have brought to her house this time.
"I told you there was a hold up at the museum. I had to do a tour and had to finish some things for tomorrow's shipm
