𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒

𝐄 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓

I S A B E L L A

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𝐀𝐒 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 from sleep, the first light of day peeked through my curtains, gently nudging me awake. With a grunt, I pushed myself out of bed, feeling the stiffness in my legs. The world outside was quiet, still lost in the early morning calm. Despite the peacefulness, a sense of reluctance hung in the air, mingling with the remnants of sleep.

Shuffling to the window, I pulled back the curtains, revealing the soft colors of dawn. It was a reminder that a new day had begun, whether I was ready for it or not.

With a sigh, I turned away, knowing that the day ahead held its own challenges. But for now, I focused on getting ready, taking it one step at a time.

I trudge to the bathroom, each step feeling heavier than the last. With a sleepy hand, I turn on the shower, the sound of running water filling the air. Stepping into the warm stream, I let it wash away the remnants of sleep, the droplets cascading over me like a soothing embrace. As I lather up with soap, I feel the tension in my muscles gradually melting away, replaced by a sense of rejuvenation.

Emerging from the shower, I towel off and stand before the mirror, assessing the tired face that greets me. With a sigh, I reach for my makeup bag, applying foundation to even out my complexion and concealer to disguise the dark circles under my eyes. A swipe of mascara and a touch of lip gloss complete the look, transforming me from tired to presentable in a matter of minutes.

Turning my attention to my hair, I brush out the tangles and decide on a simple style that requires minimal effort. I let my hair fall down to my as.

I peruse my wardrobe, weighing comfort against style, eventually settling on a long sleeve white crop top and a pair of jeans that hug my curves just right.

I exit my room and head downstairs. I heard muffled talking as I got closer downstairs.

I shuffle into the kitchen, the smell of brewing coffee mingling with the aroma of breakfast foods. My stomach rumbles in anticipation as I approach the table, where a spread of toast, fruit, and cereal awaits.

My eyes meet Sam's, Nico's and Luciano's. Sam was stuffing food down her mouth making me giggle at her and Nico and Luciano had their heads in their phones. I rolled my eyes at them.

"Morning bells, how'd you sleep bae?" Sam asks me.

I put 2 thumbs up and smile at her, not feeling like talking. Luciano gazes at me before returning his eyes back to his phone.

I grab a plate and help myself to a bit of scrambled eggs and a piece of toast. I didn't really eat much. I never had the time to from how busy I was trying to make my father proud of me. Anytime I did manage to eat when I was younger he'd call me fat and shit like that.

I take a seat at the table, next to sam. As soon as I sit down Luciano sits down and storms out of the room. Everyones eyes follow him.

"What the fuck is his problem?" I say, picking up my fork.

Sam shrugs her shoulder and looks at Nico for an answer. He shrugs too.

As I eat, the silence of the house envelops me. I wonder what my bitchass father is doing. I swallow my scrambled eggs and leave my toast there not wanting to eat it. I never liked breakfast anyways. I poured myself some coffee and drunk it. I stand up and straighten out my clothing.

"That's all you're gonna eat?" Nico asks.

I nod, "I'm not a breakfast person."

"You didn't eat dinner last night." he says tilting his head. No shit Sherlock.