Ariella Garcia is an 18-year-old girl who dreams of leaving her current situation behind and starting a new life. She's fiercely independent, and her love for nature and animals is unparalleled. She's always surrounded by people who care about her...
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"Next Thursday, we could schedule the DNA test," Lucas mentioned over the phone.
"Okay," I replied, jotting it down.
"I could pick you up, or Alexandro can take you to the hospital," he suggested.
"Don't worry about me; I'll take a taxi or something," I assured him.
"Alright, I have to go now. I need to take care of some business," he said, and I didn't miss the change in his tone.
"Okay. Um, could you say hi to your dad for me?" I added, wondering if it might seem strange.
"Yeah, sure. Bye, Ariella," he said before ending the call.
Alexandro walked into the room with a glass in his hand. "When are you doing the test?" he asked.
"Next Thursday," I responded, extending my legs on the couch and wrapping my arms around them.
He nodded before taking a sip. "What are you drinking?" I asked.
"Some whisky," he replied, taking another sip.
"No, you can't have a sip," he said, grabbing his phone.
"But I didn't even say anything," I whined. "And why can't I take a tiny sip?"
"You are still underage," he said.
"Oh, that's true."
"I need to go now, but if anything is wrong, just call me. I don't want you leaving the house, but if you really need to, make sure to take some bodyguards with you," he said, standing up.
He kissed my head before leaving.
I stretched my body before heading outside to the garden. Today is the hottest day since summer started, so I opted for a dress instead of jeans.
Alexandro showed me the shed and where the garden tools are, so I can do some gardening when he isn't here. He built a greenhouse for me or rather had people build it, so I could grow as many plants as I wanted.
I decided to grow some flowers to add different colors to Alexandro's garden instead of the usual green.
After a few hours, I felt satisfied with the amount of work I had done. I planned to water the plants before going back inside.
As I heard the door open behind me, "I thought you were going to be back late," I said, but as I spun, I dropped the flower pot I was holding.
"You are not Alexandro," I whispered.
"No, I'm not," he said with a somewhat creepy smile. He looked a few years older than me and had a small scar on his head.
"I'm Adriano," he said, extending his hand for me to shake. I gave him a friendly smile but refrained from shaking his hand.
