The unwanted sister

P A R T Y - P O O P E R S

"Eleanor you have to go see a therapist." Marco says sternly.

I shake my head refusing for the sixth time in the past...5 minutes?

"You have to talk to someone." Dante tries again.

"I haven't seen or talked to a therapist in the past 18 years of my life and I turned out great. I'm fine." I huff while crossing my arms.

"Last time a woman told me she was fine I had to go buy her five tubs of ice cream because I didn't get her...case in point, you are not fine." Matteo explains.

"I hate to be the one to pop your bubble but not all women are the same." I send him a glare.

"Not true. Every single one of them has a soft spot for stuff animals, some kind of fictional man, a female actor or singer or usually both, hated the color pink at some point in their lives, and has an obsession with atleast one romcom movie." Antonio counters.

"And how do you know all that?" I ask, just a bit creeped out of how on point he is.

"Because he practically studies and memorizes his girlfriend's every need and want and basically her mind." Alessio points out.

"And you haven't?" Luca asks with a laugh.

"Shut up. Maybe that's something you should start doing so your girlfriend can actually want you back." Alessio defends.

"Ouch, right in the heart." Luca pats his chest.

"We're getting side tracked here." Dante reminds.

"You are so right! So when are we going to go buy me a puppy?" I ask, desperate for both a stall and a dog.

"Eleanor." Marco warns.

"I want a King Charles, preferably a girl so I can put cute bows on her ears. And she can have a princess bed and maybe a little cute sparkly crown-"

"Eleanor god-fucking-dammit!" Marco finally snaps, hitting the desk on his way to anger issues vill.

"Wow, when you told your daughter that our brothers had anger issues you probably should've mentioned you're included." I comment with concerned eyes.

"Eleanor."

"Sir yes sir." I say, sitting up straight with my head held high and my eyes staring straight ahead.

"Well atleast we know what her coping mechanism is." Alessio mumbles.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, leaning back in my chair.

"You try to make fun of your situation so you don't live with the reality of it." Luca answers.

"Eleanor you can't keep deflecting going to therapy with a joke." Dante says softly with tender warm eyes.

"I don't want to go to therapy. I don't see the need for it." I shrug my shoulders.

"Is almost being kidnapped enough of a need for it?" Marco asks angrily.

"Apparently not." I don't think he liked my answer.

"Ya know what? Let's talk bodyguards before Marco starts punching everything." Alessio quickly interjects.

"Right. I've got 7 different candidates for you to choose from." Dante says, giving me a file.

"Too old, too ugly, he gives me weird vibes, no, I would flirt with him, he looks like a walking corpse." I say, handing the pictures to Luca one by one. Luca nods in agreement before handing the files back to Dante.