Riccardo

T W O

I slept most of the plane ride.

I didn't realise how tired I was until i fell into the slumber. Before we arrived Francis came over and woke me and told me we'd be there soon.

When we landed we got into another (clearly very expensive) car and rode in silence the whole ride to the house.

I tried to wonder what the house would be like. Clearly they had money, so I expected it to be much more bigger than my old home.

And bigger it was. It was beautiful, with tall windows and a huge drive walk.

It reminded me of the homes you'd see in movies, the ones I know I'd get kicked out of just by them staring at me and seeing I didn't belong. But they didn't kick me out here, they welcomed me in.

The walk up to the doors was scary and heartjumping. I know the rest of my brothers were probably in here and if they're anything like how Francis is, I'm not sure how we're going to get along.

Frances's voice distracts me from my thoughts. "Julian has been getting you're room prepared the last few days but if you want to change it, just tell him, he won't mind."

I nod and nervously join my hands together. "I'm sure it's fine. Thanks."

We're about to walk inside when I blurt out a question I've been dieing to ask. "Does all the boys know? I mean you did tell them, didn't you? I just don't want to show up and upset anyone. No ones upset...right?"

He was standing infront of me, about to walk in but briefly stops and answers me. "They know. I told them two days ago."

I breathe out in relief and nod in thanks.

The door opens and a kind man answers. He bows his head at Francis and moves to the side to allow us in.

Francis walks over to what looks to be the kitchen and I follow him only to pause outside the door when I hear voices inside.

I knew to expect to see some of them right away but now that I'm here, it just seems more real.

"Aurora." Francis's voice calls from in the room and I breathe in and out deeply and walk inside.

A tall man stands at the stove, seemingly making food.

On a long dining table sits a boy. He looks about 2 or 3 years older then me, but even though he's younger then his eldest brother, he's just as imitating. He boredly glances at me, but seems to decide there's not much interesting to look at so he turns back to focus on some papers infront of him, occasionally scribbling something down.

The man at the stove turns to me and smiles. He grabs a rag on the table and quickly wipes his hands before turning to me and nervously walking over to stand infront of me.

"Hi. Um, my name is Julian. It's great to have you here."

This man seems more genuine then the other two, and much more welcoming.

I smile at him. "Hi. I'm Aurora."

He grins and nods his head at the table where the other guy is. "You hungry? Sit down I've made some pasta. Family recipe."

I smile politely and not wanting to disappoint him and his efforts, I walk over and take a seat on the opposite end of the table.

Julian puts a plate of pasta infront of me and a glass of water. I quietly thank him and eat. The food was delicious, the best pasta I'd ever had so I had it down in just a couple of minutes.

The guy infront of me raises his eyebrows amused at my now empty plate and I just look away in embarrassment.

Francis, who had disappeared somewhere a few minutes earlier, walks into the room and seeing my empty plate, he nods as if in approval.