Mafia's Princess(Under Editing)

Chapter 2

Anastasia Rose

Landing in Milan finally, I made my way to the luggage area, fetched my suitcase, and stepped out into the busy airport terminal.

For the first time, I was far from South Korea—and alone. A little flutter of fear gripped me; I had always been under the protective wings of my Papa.

I grabbed a taxi, told the driver my destination, and sank into the seat. The ride through the bustling streets of Milan was long, but finally, the landmark I had come for appeared before my eyes.

I looked out the car window at the university in front of me.

University of Milan...

Marvellous!

I stepped out of the taxi, paid the driver, and took a moment to admire the enormous building. Its elegant architecture, wide staircases, and sprawling courtyards made it look almost magical.

I wheeled my luggage toward the entrance, eager to find my dorm room and department. Thankfully, I had been assigned a single-bed dorm—I wouldn't have to deal with a roommate.

Passing through the main gate, I made my way toward the Head's office, eyes scanning the campus. Students were lounging on the grass, chatting near the small fountain, and walking along the cobblestone paths. The lively energy of the campus made my stomach flutter with excitement.

Spotting two students sitting nearby, I approached politely. "Excuse me," I said.

The girls looked up and smiled warmly. Thank goodness, not some snooty rich bitches.

"Yes?" they said in unison.

"Ah... could you please guide me to the Head's office?"

"You're new?" one of them asked.

I nodded.

They pointed me in the right direction, and I thanked them before heading off. After a few twists and turns, I finally arrived.

"Mr. Eve"—bold letters under a glass panel—was written on the office door. I exhaled and knocked twice, waiting to be called in.

"Come in," a voice said. I entered.

Inside sat a bulky but kind-looking man behind a large desk. He looked up as I stepped in.

"Good afternoon, sir," I greeted.

"Good afternoon," he replied warmly. "Please, take a seat."

I sat across from him, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

"So, how may I help you?" he asked.

"Sir, I'm Anastasia Rose, the Prestigious Scholarship Holder."

Recognition dawned on his face. "Ah, Miss Rose from South Korea," he said.

"Yes, sir," I replied.

"Right, Miss Rose. You are very welcome here. We're thrilled to have such a talented student join us," he smiled. "I hope you continue your progress here as always. Here—" he rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a folder and a small key, "—are your class details, a university map so you don't get lost, and your dorm key."

I took the items and thanked him. Standing, I left the office, excitement bubbling inside me.

"Alright... dorm first," I muttered to myself, unfolding the map from the folder.

After twenty minutes of wandering through the sprawling campus, I finally found my dorm room. Unlocking the door, I stepped inside.

The room was simple but perfect for my tastes: a spotless single bed, a window letting in soft sunlight, a nightstand, a one-door closet, and a two-seater sofa. A small door in the corner probably led to the bathroom.

Nice.

Before unpacking, I decided to call Eunha. She must be impatient, worried sick about me reaching safely.

I took out my phone, unlocked it, and scrolled to her contact.

Right—Eunha.

I tapped the call button and held the phone to my ear. After several rings, she answered.

"Annyeong!" Eunha's voice screamed from the other side. (Hello!)

I couldn't help but pull the phone slightly away from my ear.

"Don't fucking shout. You're going to make me deaf!" I playfully scolded. She giggled in response.

"So... have you arrived?" she asked after a moment.

"Ne," I replied. (Yes)

"Joa!!" she said excitedly. (Good!)

We chatted for a few more minutes before ending the call. I unpacked my belongings, placing everything in its rightful spot, and then took a shower.

Lying on the bed afterward, I debated with myself: should I meet my family first or settle in before facing them?

They're your family. They must have missed you. Don't you want to see them? my inner voice nudged.

I did... I really did. I wanted to know what it felt like to be part of a big family: Mom, Dad, my older brothers... What would it be like to spend time with them? But the questions always stopped me. Would they even want me now? Had they moved on? Forgotten me entirely?

I shouldn't stress over it now. I'd think about it later.

Taking out my hazel lenses, which covered my grey eyes, I placed them carefully in the lens holder on the nightstand and lay back, closing my eyes.

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