Cecilia's father, a well-known and successful lawyer, was tired of her problems. Tired of the issues she had been causing for the family and it's name.
After an incident, which she kept claiming wasn't even her fault, she's sent away to a boarding s...
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"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" I urge incessantly, shaking the shoulders of a sleeping Matteo back and forth multiple times.
"Good God, what do you want?" His eyes slowly peel open to lazily glare at me.
I cross my feet under my butt and sit back on the end of his bed, a wide grin pulling on my face. "Guess what day it is?" I'm almost squealing.
"Well, judging by the present you're shoving into my face and the tree you somehow added to the room without waking me, I'm going to guess...Halloween?"
"No, it's Christmas?" I frown, wondering how he could've possibly drawn that conclusion.
"Yes, Cecilia, I know it's Christmas." He rolls his eyes. "I was joking."
"Oh." I look away for a minute, then resume shoving the red and white wrapped present into his face until he's had enough and snatches it from my hands.
"Open, open." I demand excitedly.
He sits up but I watch as he quietly tucks it next to his side. "I'll open it later, whenever we open the rest from the others."
I let out an exaggeratedly long sigh. "I guess..."
"Cmon, I know you're hungry let's go down." He gets up, motioning me with a finger. Unfortunately, I have to physically peel my eyes away from his exposed abs where his shirt has risen.
I shake my head and look up at him, feeling mildly offended. "Hey, how do you know I'm hungry? You trying to say something?"
"Every single morning the first thing you do is go eat. You don't even bother to go change. You've literally shown up to breakfast with two different shoes." He rolls his eyes like the observation is obvious. "Now hurry."
After a tiny moment of just standing there, I'm shuffling my feet a couple steps behind him.
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"Mmmh the food here is so good." I moan around a huge bite of pancakes. "Especially today. Seriously bless the cooks, they deserve to be paid like a trillion dollars for this stuff."
I briefly look up to catch Matteo staring at me with darkened eyes. "What's wrong?"
He clears his throat and drops his head. "Nothing, nothing. Just zoned out," he mumbles.
I shrug and go back to scarfing down food, admiring the Santa shaped waffle before devouring that as well. When I'm done I lean back with a happy sigh. "What?" I ask upon seeing the face of judgment being thrown my way.
"How can you possibly eat like that?"
"Like what?"
"Scarf it down without even chewing?" He looks mildly mortified with my lack of manners.
