Mafia's Princess(Under Editing)

Chapter 10

Anastasia Rose

Everyone sat frozen, staring.

No—staring at me.

"Oh my God..."
The woman gasped softly and stood up abruptly.

"My baby... Anastasia..." Her voice broke. "Oh my God, I can't believe you're here. I don't think we'll even need a DNA test. These features—" she whispered, tears spilling over, "—they are too Romano."

Guilt pricked my chest.

Maybe I shouldn't have delayed this for so long.

Still... I couldn't help but snort internally.

Do they not see my eyes? Hazel.

Yes, they were lenses—but still.

"I could be a doppelgänger too," I said lightly.

At this point, I was definitely teasing.

Evil me.

"Well," an older man—probably in his early forties—spoke calmly from the corner but his eyes surely held swimming emotions that he was trying so hard to conceal as he gave me a look, "we'll find out soon enough."

I nodded and let my gaze wander around the room.

Five men—boys, really, though all older than me—sat across the sofas. Their faces were blank, guarded... but their eyes told everything. Anxiety. Hope. Desperation.

They want me.

That realization brought an unexpected relief.
I didn't know why... but I wanted this acceptance more than I cared to admit.

I noticed then—every single one of them had steel-grey eyes.

Just like mine.

A family trait.

And I could barely recall their faces from the old pictures I had seen of them so I was not sure who was who.

My gaze shifted to the man sitting on my left, on one of the sofas.

And I froze.

A small gasp slipped past my lips that was probably heard by him.

It felt like looking into a mirror—only older, sharper, more masculine. Same face structure. Same nose. Same eyes.

We could've been twins.

He analysed me too.

His gaze sharpened, studying me intently, as if dissecting every detail.

Wow.

"Come on, Ana. Have a seat," Federico said gently.

I hesitated, then nodded and sat down.

"We've already called the family doctor," the lady, probably our mother, said carefully—clearly worried about overwhelming me. "He'll be here soon for the test."

Already?
I must've missed that while observing everyone.

I nodded quietly.

For someone who was never nervous... my hands suddenly felt stiff.

I could feel their stares again.

I sighed and looked up.

"Stop staring, please."

Instantly, they all looked away like guilty children caught red-handed.

"Lei è così carina..." one of them whispered loudly to his brother.
(She's so cute.)