A long time ago there were 3 brothers, Rozario, Santiago and Valentino. Their last name is unknown but the fact that they were related is, well, even then this was kept a secret from the world.
All 3 brothers wanted the same thing: Power, wealth an...
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Aria's Pov:
I had taken a quick shower and changed into another pair of clothes that consisted of a black long sleeved turtle neck top and beige cargo pants.
I then attempted to put my wet hair that I had foolishly decided to wash, knowing full well that I needed to be quick, into braids.
I had never done this by myself though. I had always forced Devon to do them for me as he was skilled at doing any type of braids. He'd do them, with a lot of grumbling, about how I should learn how to do it myself In case he died one day.
I then told him that no matter how much I loved that idea, I still loved my hair a lot more then him and so if he died then I'd just have to bring him back.
I sat for 10 minuets desperately trying to tie them when Oliver popped his head in. It seemed that he had decided to go and get changed too as he was dressed in a mint green Nike sweat shirt and wearing beige chinos. God what a beg, copying me for?
"What the hell is taking you so long. I'm hungry." He grumbled.
"Then go fucking eat." I snapped.
"Well. Swearing at your older brother? See I would have let you do so before but no I'm afrai-" He dramatically started.
"I told you. My older brothers dead." I batted my eyelashes at him "Like I said before, terrible accident."
By this time I had finished my plaits and contently sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. Sure, one was on top of my head and the other was at the nape of my neck, not to mention that one of them was falling apart already, but you know what? The latest styles happen like this.
"What the hell is that."
I looked up from my reflection in the mirror at Oliver trying to bite back a laugh, however failing misrely. He was clutching onto the door frame for support.
"What." I asked, there was nothing to be amused about.
"Your hair. What the hell is that?" He reapeted now on his knees with a hand on his stomach.
I could feel my cheeks heating up. I knew they weren't the best but come on. I reached up and tugged the hair ties out of my hair and frustrated let the braids fall down. My hand now damp at the wetness of my hair.
"Shove of Ollie." I cursed.
"Noooo. Why did you take them out? I wanted to take a picture!" He groaned.
"I will literally kill you. Again." I shot back.
"Well if you could just do your hair normally then I wouldn't need to laugh." He scoffed.
"I don't know how to do FUCKING braids." I shouted.
I looked at him hopefully, perhaps like Devon he'd just know how to do them.
