𝒮𝒾𝓍

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𝒪𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒶'𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱:

We were now in the car on the way to the house I'm going to be staying in for who knows how long.

Is it bad to say I'm nervous?

Yes it is because I'm never nervous.

All I know is I'm going to be walking in there and meeting my 5 other brothers.

Will they like me? Did they miss me? What are they like?

We had been driving for about an hour and by the time we pull up to the hous- no mansion.
It's 6:30pm.

I go to open my door but the driver beats me too it. He opens the door and I get out and thank him, he looks shocked. Has no one ever thanked him before? He smiles at me in return.

He hands me my duffel bag and I walk behind Alessandro and into the house.

I look around in amazement. This place is stunning. There are two wide staircases leading up to the top, to the left of me is an open room with a coffee table and a sofa with an armchair.
The the right of me is another open space with what looks like a painting canvas with a little table beside it with some drawing pencils and paint sitting on it.

I hear a chuckle beside me and I look towards the voice finding Alessandro stood there staring at me in amusement, "You like it? Pretty cool how Matteo got the creative gene. No one else can draw or paint other than him."

I look at him shocked. I love to draw. That's how I used to let my emotions out when I was at 'home.'

I was going to tell him how I love to draw but he beats me to it, "Follow me I'll show you around."

I do exactly that and follow him. He leads me to the right and we walk through and we are met with a hallway, we walk down it and into a room.
It's a huge gym, on the right hand side you have a mirror all along the wall, the floor is wooden and I look up and find speakers.

Perfect I can dance.

On the opposite side to the right I see all sorts of weights and benches and also a treadmill. On the left side is a rack of boxing gloves, boxing pads and last but not least, punching bags.

Once I'd looked around he leads me out the door and into the other room opposite the gym. Here we are met with a huge room with more punching bags, more benches and more machines all scattered across the room but in the middle is their very own boxing ring. Along be a bunch of mats on the floor which I'm guessing are for sparring.

Wow.

"This is where we practice our fighting, Antonio boxes and likes to spar, we all do every now and again." He nods whilst speaking.

"Cool, I'll have to watch you some time."

More like spar you and beat the shit out of you all.

They don't need to know that.

"Yeah of course. Let me show you the library. This way." My eyes fill with excitement. I love to read. That's what I used to do in my free time other than draw.

He leads me out of that hallway and back to the door. We head the opposite way to where I saw the open space with the canvas and down the hallway.

The first room he shows me is the library.
It's lit by the huge window on the back wall. On both the left and right side are bookshelves filled with hundreds of books sat in alphabetical order based off of the author.

Towards the huge window is a couple of steps that lead you up and round towards an upstairs area with even more books and some bean bags.

In front of the stairs is a grand piano. Did I ever mention I love playing the piano? Well I have now. Whenever I was at school and I needed some space, I'd always go to the music room.

I walk over to it and press a key, the loud sound echos throughout the silent room.

I smile at the sound.

"No one has ever played in years.." He says softly.

"Who knows how to play?" I ask.

"Well I know Leonardo can play, I'm pretty sure that's it other that Marcello and Antonio  knowing how to play the guitar. Lorenzo and I used to be able to but once you'd left we didn't play, it used to remind us of you as you'd always  be singing and obviously Matteo wasn't that type, he preferred art and books." I turn towards him and stare.

Did they really care for me? Did they actually miss me?

"Oh, I didn't know me leaving affected you guys that much." I say honestly.

"Olivs of course it did. How could it not? We searched everywhere for you but it was no use, we never found any leads. In all honesty we thought you were dead." This is the first time he's showed some emotion towards me.

The nickname. I knew someone called me that I just couldn't put a name and a face to it. It's cute.

"So you're glad I'm back? You don't mind me being here?"

"Of course not. You're my sister. Our sister. You belong here. I'm know all the others will think that too." He pauses for a moment, "Anyways let me finish showing you around."

Once he'd shown me the kitchen, Lorenzo's office and the garden he takes me upstairs and shows me all the boys' bedrooms.

"They go in age order meaning yours is here, yours is the only one here so you won't have to worry about getting woke up by any of us coming in late." He leads me to a door with my name engraved in gold. It looks pretty.

He opens the door and lets me walk in first.
My bed is in the middle of the room with a little storage box at the bottom. Opposite my bed is a big set of Chester drawers with a candle on a little gold tray along with a scent diffuser. The remote to turn on the huge tv on the wall is placed at the other side of the drawers.

I stay stood in my spot staring at the huge window that is floor to roof height. That's not the best bit; it's the fact that there is a window seat. I can read there, draw there and chill out there to watch the sunset. This is amazing.

There is even an egg chair!! I love those things. Whenever I was at Lacey's house I used to sit there and read all the time.

Before the set of drawers is a door and after them is another door, I'm guessing they must lead to the closet and the bathroom.

"Do you like it? If you don't we can always change-"

I cut him off.

"I love it. Thank you so much Alessandro, it really is perfect!"

He smiles, "Great, I'll leave you to get settled in. Be ready for 8, I'll get you for food." He says walking away but not before he shouts, "By the way call me Sandro."

Sandro it is.





AN:
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