Recollection

nineteen | opening night

[ 1 Hour ] the weeknd - after hours (best part)

Third person pov

In the hotel suite in Ireland, Roman Morelli stood before the mirror, meticulously adjusting the lapels of his black suit around his tie. His hands shook slightly, betraying the nervous wreck he'd become the last few months, and tried to hide deep inside. Tonight was the night. The night everything would change.

The rest of the Morellis bustled around the suite. Sofia, his wife, sat on the bed slipping into her high heels, her long blonde hair flowing like a river over her black dress. Big, detailed roses decorated the bottom of it.

Mateo and Romeo were playfully bickering over who looked better in their suits, their voices growing louder as Rosalyn rolled her eyes, clearly unamused because they quite literally wore the same exact suit. Levias was chuckling and wondered how he could possibly be related to those two. These past few days his mind treated him kindly.

Chanelle busied herself with putting on the finishing touches of her make-up in the corner with her twin sister Volna touching up her hair. Both wore beautiful gowns that accentuated their bodies.

Sebastian and Alessandro were ready and watched calmly the havoc their younger brothers created.

as usual, one of the younger ones was the one causing trouble and Roman shot his cousins a sharp glance when a loud rip echoed through the room. He turned just in time to see Mateo standing there, frozen with wide eyes, a fistful of his torn pants in hand. Everyone paused, then almost burst into laughter.

"What the hell did you do this time, Mateo?" Rosalyn asked, barely able to contain her giggles.

"I... I don't even know!" Mateo looked down at his pants in horror. "I just bent down to tie my shoes, and boom! Suit catastrophe."

Marcelo shook his head, laughing. "Only you could destroy a suit before we even leave for the ball. It's not like you're wrestling someone."

"I don't know, these shoes are really tight," Mateo defended himself, though his cheeks turned red.

"Are you saying your feet are too fat for your shoes?" Romeo teased, snickering.

"They're not fat! It's... it's the design, okay? These stupid designer shoes are too narrow."

"You should've worn looser pants," Seraphina quipped, grinning at Mateo's expense.

"I swear I'm cursed when it comes to formalwear," Mateo muttered, pulling off the remains of his jacket as everyone continued to laugh.

"Don't worry about it," Chanelle said, shaking her head. "I've got a sewing kit. It's a quick fix."

"Great. Now we're doing arts and crafts before a mafia ball," Sebastian chimed in, though there was amusement in his voice.