Danica POV
We finally reached Italy and it was amazing. not too bad after all but still it wasn't the same as france. We called an Uber and we rode to a hotel called D'GUERRA HOTEL. My eyes widened and my jaw drop with the size of the hotel, it was massive . This must cost a fortune. We entered the hotel with our luggage. The interior, the design, the theme it matches everything. After being distracted by the beautiful designs of the hotel we headed straight to the receptionist and took our room key which was 104. The bellboy helped us with our luggage and brought it to our room.
Mom and I went to the cafeteria to get food because I was starving while dad had to take care with some business of his. So, it was only the two of us. You might be asking me, why didn't you eat at the plane? Well, I was very nervous in the plane and If I ate, I might vomit all over the plane not literally but metaphorically.
There was a lot of food prepared. I stopped myself from drooling in front of a lot of people because that would be embarrassing. A waitress guided us to our table and I sat opposite to mom. She took our order and left.
"This is fancy, I can't believe were staying here, but it's still not the same as back home in France" I said to mom, trying to make my point about why did we have to move. We were fine in France. I've only been here for I don't know how long and I already miss France.
"I'm sorry but we have to sweetie" mom replied to me with a bit of sadness. What did she meant by we have to. Something smells fishy here ang I'm going to find that out or maybe it was just the tuna served in front of me. I don't know anymore.
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I was arranging my things in my new bed room, it's bigger than my usual room. There's even a balcony for me to see the view but I never go out the balcony. I forgot to tell you we were in the 6th floor which means were very up high from the ground. After hours of arranging my room I got tired. I layed in bed and didn't even realise that I slept in. What can I say the bed was so comfy.
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"NO!" I screamed waking up and panting. Mom and dad quickly came in, as soon as they heard a loud scream coming from my room.
"Dani, what happened?" My dad asked with concern in his eyes as they both barged into my room "Sweetie, are you all right?" Mom added.
"It was just that very same nightmare again." I sighed. Putting my hand in my forehead. I'm getting tired with theses nightmares. Every time it's always the same one.
"What was it about this time?"Dad asked worryingly, crossing his arms over his chest, sitting at the edge of my bed as mom started to rub my bad, giving me comfort.
"There was a woman, calling me in a name I somehow can't even remember now and she told me to run, run and to never look back" I said telling them what exactly had happened in my dream more like a nightmare. I just don't get it, I've been dreaming this kind of stuff ever since mom and dad adopted me.
"Don't think about it too much maybe it was one of your past memories getting back" dad said, reassuring me that it's just one of my forgotten memories. I hope this ends soon.
"Now, since your already awake, come on breakfast is ready" mom said putting up a smile. Pulling me out of bed. I stood up from my bed and mom pulled me to the dining table. Mom and dad sat next to each other and I sat opposite to them.
"I need you two to be ready before 10:00" dad said sternly while eating.
"Perché?" I asked. Raising an eyebrow in confusion.(why?)
"An old friend and I are going on a private meeting, meaning it will only be the both of us and his family" my dad replied while making ey contact with us. "And what's the connection about us have to be ready before 10:00?" I asked.
"I guess my old friend wanted to meet my lovely family"my dad said with a smirk. I just chuckled.
"I guess so" I replied sarcastically. Rolling my eyes. "I promise, you'll get used in Italy and you'll love it here" my mom reassures me.
"I'll try to" I sighed. My eyes widened as I remembered something "School!" I shouted again. Both of them stared at me raising there eyebrows. I think I'm already having a sore throat from screaming and shouting since yesterday. "What about school?" I asked. How about my studies? How about my friends? I didn't even have time to say goodbye to them before we flew here. This really sucks.
"You'll be transfering here" my dad replied sternly. transfer? Does that mean I have to make new friends again, I guess making new friends won't be hard.
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Just like dad said we had to prepare before 10:00 and now it's 9:45, I still have one hour and five minutes to prepare. I hop into the shower and turned on the hot water. A lot has changed when we came in Italy. The new apartment was nice but I keep losing my things around and I don't know why, I get to transfer schools and make new friends all over again. I'm still getting used with the new changes around here.
As I was done I got out the shower and covered myself up, dad said it was a casual meeting so we had to wear casual of course. I throw my hair up making a bun. I changed myself into a fit red dress with no sleeves and a slit on the side. I then wore red heels to match my dress and to match up everything I picked a black small sling bag with silver beads attached on the sling, mom picked the dress and everything so don't blame me for being too revealing in just a meeting. I walked Infront of the mirror and I was surprised on how I looked like, I look fabulous. "I think I'm ready" I said to myself in the mirror with a smirk. I simply made my way to the main lounge and saw mom sitting in the couch already prepared.
"Oh. My. Goodness. You look stunning my dear" she squeals out standing up. She walked in front of me and puts both of her hands my cheeks.
"You've grown so much, sweetie" my mom said proudly. Stopping herself from tearing up and Ruining her make-up.
"I have" I chuckled. "So how's the two most beautiful ladies ever in my life?"
Mom and I turned our heads to see dad wearing a tuxedo with a red tie.putting his hands in his pockets."We're fabulous" my mom said confidently. "That's good to hear"dad replied with a manly voice smirking at mom. I cleared my throat loudly on purpose for them to realise I was still there. Both of them looked at me and they both chuckled.
"So when are we going?" I asked. raising an eyebrow and crossing my arms over my chest."Right now would be great"
I nodded and we left our apartment, making our way into the office of his friend.
Hello my dear loveys 💕,how many times did Danica shouted/screamed from chapter 1-2? Answer in the comments. And please don't forget to vote and have a lovely day❤️❤️ sorry if this chapter is short, I had a headache making this.
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