Mirabelle is an 18-year-old who had a dreadful upbringing, with her mother committing suicide at a very young age and her father who was addicted to nicotine and cocaine would abuse her at any time he could....until Mirabella solved...the...problem...
Knocking? I heard knocking until I saw a middle-aged lady in a maid's outfit walk in. "Breakfast is almost ready ms Carson" She said in an afraid manner."Why do I have a maid and why does she sound afraid"
Thank you, call me Mirabelle, I smiled as politely. She didn't look at my face once.....she just stared at the floor. She nod her head and left.
That wouldn't be the strangest thing I saw here. I stretched and stood up next to the bed. I still couldn't get over the fact of how huge this place was.
I grabbed my suitcase from where Alessandro had put it last night. "Last night !" My house is ruined and I'm going to Sweden in two days.
I looked through my bag and searched for something casual. I haven't met his family yet, I hope it won't be awkward. "What if they hate me" "What if they judge me" "what if they think I'm here to break them apart "
"It's okay " I'll be fine. I continued to search for something to wear until I decided on a v-cut baby pink sweater dress.
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I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower for the water to warm until I heard the door open. "Does he not know knock".
It was Alessandro this was the first time I saw him in something but a suit. he was in a black shirt and black sweatpants. I'm starting to think that black is his signature color.
"Good morning Bellissima". Alessandro stated. Morning, do you not know how to knock? " I asked sternly.
When he was going to respond I heard my phone ringing. My head jolted towards the sound "Aunt Val"
God morgon mirabelle hur mårdu? (good morning Mirabelle how are you) Morgon, det är bra, jag vaknade precis förnågra minuter sedan, hur mårdu (morning im fine I woke up a few minutes ago)
Alessandro had a puzzled expression on his face like he was trying to figure out what language we were speaking.
"That's good darling, are you prepared for your trip ?" I...think I am? "That's great be safe I love you." I love you too.
Alessandro walked out and slammed the door. Why did he leave? He probably went for something.
I was in the shower when I spotted something from the corner of my eye. There was a spider, hiding where the ceiling meets the tiled walls of the bathroom. It had a hairy brown body and lean, long legs.
It was giving me a steady wave with two of its legs - that was what had caught my attention. It seemed to be conducting an invisible band.
I do not like spiders, especially when bare-skinned and soaking wet. The pulse under my all-too-exposed neck quickened.
I watched its orchestral movements. I knew it planned to move. I was holding my breath, unable to tear my eyes away, as it launched out from its home base. I took a step back. It descended on an invisible strand, agile as a gymnast.
