OUR BOND

At The Mall

Third Person POV

Hours before Noel arrived, Damien sat in his office, fingers flying over the keyboard, eyes scanning contracts and messages when the phone rang.

He picked it up "Yes?"

"Damien" his father's voice came through, clipped and formal as always. "She's arriving today, Noel. My niece"

Damien paused. The name rolled over him slowly. Noel. A cousin he hadn't expected, a daughter he didn't even know existed. "I...Aunt has daughter?"

"Yes. Alessia's husband, Bright Wilson sent her over. Private jet of course. You'll receive her at the airport"

He hung up slowly, running a hand through his hair. Memories of his aunt surfaced - Noel's mother. She was way ahead of the times with how cool she was, seemed untouchable, carefree and enjoying this thing called life. Damien hadn't seen much of her since she left, Infact no one spoke much of her anymore, then one random afternoon when he was eighteen, he heard news of her passing.

The were gaps in what he knew, mysteries that had never been explained.

And now... her daughter.

The similaires hit him almost immediately when he met her at the airport. The way she moved, the way she reacted to sudden changes, even her sarcasm - it all screamed the same bloodline. Her eyes, blue just like Luca's were sharp, observant. Her defiance. Everything about her confirmed that she was really aunt Alessia's daughter. Even down to the rebel side, destroying two cars that were worth millions said a lot.

Noel was unconscious when Damien retrieved her from the jet - knocked out, thanks to whatever Bright Wilson had decided to sneak into her drink. He had waited patiently in the car, watched over her as she slept, making sure she was safe, waiting for the moment she would wake up.

And she had.

Watching her wake in the Cassano mansion, taking in the unfamiliar ceiling, the grandeur and the quiet command she naturally carried - he noted the subtle differences between her and Angela. Noel was candid, sharp, oozing with sarcasm. Angela was calculating, smooth, always measuring her reactions, always performing. The contrast was fascinating and Damien made mental notes.

Noel was wild in her own way but not careless. The type that survived in crazy situations.

And Angela... was just Angela.

Next morning, Damien went over to Noel's room to try and wake her up after they had a talk last night. He knocked a few times but no response came, that's when he decided to enter and what he went into left him with a question mark.

Noel was still asleep but on a bean bag with her whole face covered in what he was praying was chocolate.

He wasn't surprised when he saw Luca in another bean bag also covered in chocolate holding an empty bucket of ice-cream.

Yep, wasn't surprised at all.

Sensing being watched, Noel stirred in her sleep and woke up to find Damien starring at them.
"Is this normal behavior in Italy?"

He didn't answer her but just pointed to the mirror when she touched her face wondering what was on it.

"Oh my God" she went and gave Luca a little kick to wake him up.

That suprised Damien, how much did they bond last night that they reached this stage in their relationship.

"Why'd kick me?" Luca asked sleepy.

"Look at my face, when you made that joke I didn't actually think you'd do it" she complained and Luca was baffled for a few before he burst out laughing.