Beautiful Agony

6 | Things aren't so different after all.

-DIANNA'S POV-

To say that I'm tired would be the understatement of the century. I'm exhausted, my body aches everywhere, my eyelids already feel heavy even having slept on the plane just a few hours ago. I'm used to being tired though, I spend the days up on my feet following Arturo around and tending to his every want. Then, the night hits and just when I'm ready to sleep, I'm interrupted by a client and if not, Arturo's sure to come in crashing. I get to sleep on Monday nights though, Monday nights are peaceful. I'm used to this routine, I'm used to being tired.

I'm not used to this emotional turmoil though, I think that's what's dragging me down so aggressively. Maybe also the fact that I haven't taken my medication, but it makes me feel so foggy. I wanna know what I'm doing whilst I'm here, I wanna be in control. Arturo doesn't have to know.

Of course he does, he'll know, he knows everything. Always.

After looking around the garden earlier with my brothers, they lead me through the rest of the house. I didn't really talk much but I did smile and laugh at their conversation even though I couldn't be any less interested in what they have to say. They seem nice but everyone seems nice until they're not.

I discovered that the living area I sat in is just the first of three living areas, one being on the first floor and the other two on the ground floor. The kitchen, dining rooms and servants quarters are on the ground floor too.

Everything is so shiny and ornate, it's a little more rustic in the house than it is in the building in Italy but it's generally just the same, rich people style. Everything is lush.

The second floor is mostly offices and bedrooms including mine and the third, they didn't show me, but it is apparently where my parents sleep.

There are bathrooms on every floor and I have an on suite in my room which I suppose is nice. If they hurt me I'll be able to clean up in there and I won't have to worry about staining their own bathrooms.

The bed in the middle of my room is so inviting. It's a double and it's all white like the rest of my room, the blankets and pillows on-top plush and cozy. It looks so soft.

My bed at home isn't very soft, it's firm and the sheets are always silky which is a nightmare in the summer, but Esther says silk is more alluring.

Beyond my bed, there's a pretty wooden desk with a mirror on top and a few other trinkets and even further beyond that there's a large set of doors that lead to a small balcony just a few feet wide that looks onto our garden.

My brother told me that this is their guest room and that for now, at least, I won't be able to use my old room because they never changed it. He said my mother wanted to keep it that way, pretty and pink and suited for a toddler.

I didn't see it, I don't want to.

Now, I'm just stood in the centre of my room staring longingly at the bed in-front of me. I'd love to sit down but I'm pretty much falling asleep standing up and they said they'd let me settle and then come back to get me for dinner, which is soon. I don't want them to come up here and find me sleeping.

I don't know what they'd do.

-ARCHER'S POV-

Blue? Or maybe green...

I raised the green tie up toward the collar of my white shirt, trying to gage how well it goes with my black slacks. I'm going to have dinner with my daughter, I don't wanna look bad. For the first time in a long time I feel like I'm alive. Like I've been colourblind for years and I can finally see the rainbow.