I stare at the door to the courtroom, wishing this was all a dream. I don't want to do this. I have a job, I have a brother, I have a bestfriend, I have a life here. I start to fidget with my dress, hoping it would calm me down.
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(her dress btw if you dont like it oh well)
The huge doors swing open before I could turn around, and the whole room turns to look at me. My breath hitches in my throat as I see the million cameras face me. Eliyah wasn't joking when he said my real family is famous. I step in, my heart beating heavily in my chest.
From the corner of my eye, I see Eliyah standing up and walking over with Chris. I quickly make my way to them, not wanting to be in the spot light. Everyone probably knows that I'm the girl who was kidnapped.
"Sissy!" Chris screams as he runs towards me, hugging my leg.
"Hey, pipe down, son." Eliyah laughs, grabbing his son and picking him up.
A few eyes turn to look at us as I glance around the room. "Which ones are my parents?" I whisper to Eliyah.
He scans the room before nudging his head towards 2 people. "There. Xavi and Nuria."
I look over, my heartbeat increasing as I watch them look around the room, trying to find me. My mom is gorgeous, oh my god. My dad's... alright, I guess.
"You look just like your mom." Eliyah sighs, rubbing my shoulder.
"Thanks, she is really pretty." I say, staring in awe.
