Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ ✰
"𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧"
The car came to a complete stop just in front of the glowing mansion.
My gaze swept over the open doors and the dozen guards stationed at each entrance.
Men and women were gilding both inside and outside the residence and were all dressed elegantly.
I dragged my gaze away from the structure as the vehicle doors opened. Nicolo motioned for me to take the lead and I did so.
I thanked the driver and stood to the side once I was out. I kept an eye on the cars as they arrived at the scene, exactly as we did.
Nicolo placed his hand on the small of my back and led us to the entrance, where a few people were passing through.
I looked back to check if my parents and Uncle had arrived yet, only to see their car approaching through the gates.
We both stood outside the entranceway, waiting for them. The guards gave us a suspicious look, and I just smiled innocently, hoping they wouldn't question us.
My mother stepped out of the car first, followed by my father, who wrapped his arm around her waist. Andre stood behind them and shook hands with the driver then, following my parents towards us.
"Are you guys okay?" Mum asked as she arrived in front of us. Nicolo and I both nodded in sync causing me to eye him suspiciously.
When we were younger, used to do a lot of things at the same time. I used to believe he could read my thoughts. Uncle Eliot had told us stories about ancient twins who could read minds, and I was instantly terrified and convinced that Nicolo could do exactly that.
Even though the story was made up, I still was always unsure.
Uncle Dre stood behind us while Nicolo and I stood behind our parents. When the guards saw my father, they automatically let us through, which made me roll my eyes.
I felt my mouth part in astonishment as we walked inside.
The mansion was glistening with gold, with a chandelier hanging from the high ceiling while other crystal-like lights floated around to keep the space lit.
The room included a set of wide, carpeted stairs in the centre, which were covered in a navy blue and silver material.
The entire mansion appeared to be straight out of a Disney film.
Individuals dressed in suits and gorgeous dresses walked around the floor, holding champagne or rosé glasses.
My parents were greeted by various people as we walked through, while Andre stayed with Nicolo and me.
