Chiara Daveys is loving a good life in England - if you ignore her constant struggle with food, lack of a guardian and how she's constantly working to pay the bills.
At 17 years old, she's been unaware of her 6 brothers who have spent the 14 years o...
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All of my brothers in the back of the vehicle had gotten out of the car whilst Giovanni and I are still sat in here.
He somehow managed to child lock the doors when I was reaching for the handle without locking any of the others in the car with us.
"I want you to tell me if you want to leave, okay? I know I said you had to meet them now but that was just because of our Nonna. You'd be sure to meet them at some point soon anyways as some of them go to school with Emilio," he says.
"I'll let you know," I agree.
He unlocks the car and we make our way over to Harry who was stood waiting for us.
My oldest blonde brother places his hand on my shoulder and leans down closer to my height, "you okay, Angelo?" He asks.
"I'm good," I smile at his naturally caring nature.
"Prepare yourself," he mutters into my ear before standing up straight and adjusting the sleeves of his black suit jacket.
"Prepare myself? For wh-" my words are cut off when I'm led to a secluded area of the restaurant, filled with people.
None of them have noticed the three of us, too busy arguing.
Some of the boys are just arguing between themselves but an elderly lady is shouting at Taylor.
"Where is your sister?" She exclaims, looking very stressed. I assume he's made some sort of comment about me in my absence.
Surely that's not healthy for her.
"There she is!" Taylor happily shouts, getting the woman's attention off himself.
When she's turned away from him, I see him huff out a breath of exasperation before heading over to two of the many boys.
Where are the girls?
I voice my thoughts to Harry quietly whilst the woman is just staring at me, hands over her mouth in shock.
He just looks at me in amusement, not bothering to reply vocally.
No.
Oh fuck.
"Dio mio! La mia bambina è effettivamente a casa!" She says, hands still over her mouth. [Oh my God! My baby girl is actually home!]
"Lo dici come se vorremmo che tornasse," Emilio snorts, shutting himself up when an elderly man whacks the back of his head. [You say that like we'd lie about her returning]
"Nonno!" Emilio cries.
She waves her hand dismissively in the direction where Emilio is sat before making her way over to me, embracing me into her warm arms.
"Hi," I say, smiling at the interaction.
"Hello, Chiara," I hear her sniffle, "Oh you're so beautiful," she holds me at arm's length, analysing me, "a very beautiful girl," she smiles at me tearfully.
