Chiara Daveys is living 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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As always, I was correct.
This party is great.
I've messaged the Moretti group chat, telling them to come to the kitchen - it's time to guess who we're all dressed up as.
Harry comes in first and I can't help but laugh - he looks so uncomfortable wearing a pair of light denim jorts, a white t-shirt and a backwards cap on.
"Yeah, you think you're so funny," he grabs a tea towel and tries to whip me with it.
I dodge his attack and continue laughing as someone comes into the kitchen.
I start laughing again when I see it's Giovanni wearing matching joggers and hoodie.
He stares at me and rolls his eyes - I don't think he appreciates my outfit.
"Sorry, the kitchen is closed off for the next fifteen or so minutes," I say after someone walks in, not paying too much attention to who it is.
"Emilio, what?" Hey - that's Noah's voice.
"Oh my god," I stand there in shock, mouth agape.
Being the mature adults Giovanni and Harry are - they try to be discreet with their laughter.
I, however, am not.
I blatantly laugh in his face and he looks two seconds away from killing me.
Wearing a light blue corset which is many sizes too small for him, low baggy jeans and a large leather jacket - my brother really does look like his twin, just without the longer curls.
"It had to be one of us, brother," I shrug, finally done with my laughter.
"Yeah, whatever," he rolls his eyes and heads for the alcohol.
Lorenzo and Taylor walk into the kitchen together.
Lorenzo is dressed as me and I take a moment to appreciate my style.
Then, looking at Taylor, I start laughing again before turning to face Harry, glancing at his disgruntled face.
Taylor is wearing a large chef's hat, a pink frilly apron with a shirt and smart trousers on.
He looks like an idiot.
"Hola," Chiara walks into the kitchen with a bright smile.
She's wearing light joggers with the waistband of some navy shorts peeking out, gym top with her hair plaited and Apple headphones on, the navy colour matching her shorts and top.
She looks over at us, her smile growing. That is until she sees Noah.
Her grin instantly dims.
"You are so dead."
Lorenzo goes over to her and wraps an arm around her shoulder, stopping her from advancing towards our youngest brother.
