Fly Away

08 - just follow my lead

Song: Ari Abdul - Stay (slowed+reverb)

Mia

I stare up at the building in front of me, my mouth gaping as I take in the sight.

We arrived a few minutes ago, and now we're waiting for someone to answer the door, and all the while, I've been so distracted by the beauty of this place to acknowledge the nerves shaking my bones inside my body.

It's huge, towering over us magnificently. It's an old stone structure with massive black framed windows dotted on the front face of the house. Vines grow haphazardly between gaps, weaving their way down all the way to the bottom of the house where a variety of different plants and flowers grow.

The door is black and seems like the only modern thing about this house with its camera doorbell.

Rocco doesn't seem phased by the beauty before him, and just stands with his hands in his pockets, staring straight ahead at the door.

The ride here was amazing, and I know I won't be forgetting it any time soon.

"Remember what I said earlier?" I'm pulled out of my reverie by the sound of Rocco's low voice. He's still staring straight ahead, but I can see from the corner of my eyes how his fists are clenching and unclenching inside his pocket.

He's as nervous as I am, even if he's trying to hide it.

"Yes, and how exactly am I supposed to fake it? Your father know's we've only been married for a day." I don't bother keeping the burning questions in my mind, because I want to know what I'm walking into.

He just looks down at me, his face still blank. The heat of his gaze sends sparks up my body, and I remember sitting behind him on the motorbike, his hands-

"Just follow my lead." He turns back to the door just as it opens, and I'm met with a smiling Gianna. I don't think she ever stops smiling.

I guess it makes up for her brother's lack of warmth.

"Come in, come in." She claps her hands together, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she steps aside to let us in.

I refrain from gasping.

The entire entryway is white marble. Marble floors, marble banisters, marble vases which hold blood red roses.

The staircase curves upwards elegantly, and the whole back wall of the house is windows. I spot a retreating garden through them, and my words die in my throat as I continue to span my eyes around the interior.

Everything screams luxury and wealth, and I'm awed at the difference between the outside of the house and the inside.

I turn around to try and find Rocco and see him whispering harshly to Gianna about something. She only slaps his shoulder in response, the bright smile still planted firmly onto her face.

I honestly have no idea how she does it, but I admire her for it. She's the only one who seems to be happy to be alive around here.

She breaks away from her brother and walks towards me, looping her arm through mine as we walk through a set of double wooden doors that lead off to the right.

"You look hot. I'm glad I picket that outfit for you. I knew my brother would melt when he saw-"

"Gianna, shut up." I peek behind me to see Rocco running his hands through his hair, an irritated expression on his face.

She only laughs out loud and whispers something about how he's not that crazy.

She guides us into an open plan living room and dining room.