Isabella Rossi

|chapter 2|

                                Isabella pov
Five tall boys came running down the stairs, and really pretty lady came from a different room as I hid behind my father and brother.

"Yes dad?" The shortest boy asks, he looks 6'0 and around 16.

"We have a surprise," father says, him and Alessandro moving, Making me visible to the 5 men and the woman.

"We finally found her, after 12 years," Alessandro says on the verge of tears.

Why are they crying? They're the ones who gave me up for adoption.

The boy who spoke in the beginning walked up to me with a shocked face,"is it really you Isabella?"

"I think?" I respond, not sure.

"Well what are you waiting for, introduce yourselves," father says.

"You already know me, I'm Alessandro and I'm 24," Alessandro says.

"Hi Bella I'm Emilio im 20, I'm so happy your back!" He squeals like a little girl. He has brown hair and brown eyes, he's around 6'3.

I smile at him and his smile grows 10x bigger.

"Alexander, 18" he says with a glare. He looks like Emilio except younger, he doesn't seem happy to have me here.

"Hi I'm Luca and I'm 17. I'm also your favorite brother."They boy, Luca says excited, Agian he has brown eye and hair, he looks around 6'2, he looks nice, but so did he.

I nod with a smile,causing him to smile in return.

"Hi my names is Ellio and I'm 16. I'm also your twin!" Ellio, the boy in front of me says.

No wonder he looks exactly like me.

"Actually, You look like me, I'm the older twin," Ellio says laughing, Makeung my face turn red.

"I said that out loud?" I ask, causing everyone in the room to laugh.

"Who's she?" I ask my father, looking at the lady, she starts walking up to me.

"Sweetheart, I'm your mom" She says in a soft voice, opening her arms, Making me flinch.

Oh God, I hope no one noticed.

My mother hugs me, causing me to stiffen for a few seconds before I melt into the hug, hugging
her back, feeling a motherly feeling in the hug.

"How about we get her to her room, let her settle in until dinner?" My mother asks my father.

My father nods in response smiling, my mother leads to what I'm guessing is my room.

"The doors go from oldest to youngest, so your fathers and I's room, Alessandro's, Emilio's, Alexander's, Lucas, Ellios and then now your room," my mother says, then continues,"here's your room, me and Emilio decorated it, if you don't like it we can change it sweetheart."

(The room closet and bathroom)