Isabella Rose Romano
A 13 year old to which love is something very unfamiliar to her. Having grown up in the foster system, it didn't come very often or in her case at all. She has a heart of pure gold, despite everything. So what happens when her c...
"Happiness is not in money, but in shopping" -Marilyn Monroe
Isabella POV
"Wake up, la mia sorellina preferita! We are going to go shopping today and tomorrow you and me will be going to school together! Emozionante, giusto?" The voice of Ilias cheered, no one and I mean no one should ever be this hyper in the morning. (La mia sorellina preferita- my favorite little sister, emozionante giusto- exciting, right)
"I'm up don't worry" I drawled out to get him to stop him from yelling anymore.
"Hurry up and ready bells, we're going to leave after you get ready." Ilias added as he left my room closing the door behind him.
Ever since I came here my normal waking up time has completely evaporated. I like the extra sleep but who in the world has been deciding who comes to wake me up because they need to be replaced.
I get out of the warmth of my very comfortable bed to go take a quick shower and to get dressed. I walk to my bathroom dragging my feet behind me not ready to start the day. Nonetheless, as I reach my bathroom, I strip myself of my pajamas. Not having the courage to look at myself in the mirror. I don't check the temperature of the water before getting into the shower which I figure out is a cold but not freezing cold water, does that even make sense? I don't think it does.
I finish my shower quicker than I have before. I think I might have broken a personal record or maybe even a world record, is there a world record for fastest shower taken? I should look that up later. I change into the same black jean from 2 days ago and my loose grey t-shirt topping off the outfit with my white converses. Running a brush through my hair and making a quick side braid.
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I stuff my phone into my back pocket before running down the stairs seeing dad, Ilias, Elijah, and Mateo all waiting for me by the door.
"She's done, let's get this show on the road people." Ilias announced making the rest of them look towards where I was standing.
"Principessa, I like the outfit." dad commented to which I gave him a delighted smile.
"Thank you."
Dad starts walking and the rest of us just fall into a line behind him. If I remember correctly from the tour Stephanie gave me then we are heading towards the garage, which might I say-they have a ton of cars. Don't get me wrong I understand that we have a massive family and that we are rich, but I didn't know a person could own nor afford more that 4 cars. That was at least until Stephanie showed me the garage.
Dad lead us to a white car that said range rover on the front. This must have cost a lot.
Dad got into the driver's seat as my older brothers all started to argue over who would sit next to me once they forced me into the middle backseat. Elijah took the chance to slide into the seat next to me once Mateo and Ilias were too wrapped into their little squabble to realize that Elijah had left. They both soon realized that Elijah was no longer standing there anymore and once they did it became a race to who could make it into the empty seat on my left first.
