Bellamy Jackson is a sweet girl known by many but only hangs out with 3 people she calls her best friends. Bellamy is a one of the top competitive dancers in her state. Dancing is one of the most important things in Bellamy's life. It helps her forg...
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"The Costello residence?" I questioned, the maid nodded politely.
"Would you two like any drinks?" She asked softly, scanning our faces.
Prince and I looked at each other.
"Why are we here?" Prince asked sternly, the woman smiled.
"Mr. Costello will be with you shortly. Would you two like any beverages in the meantime?" She asked once again, this time a more forced smile on her face.
"No." Prince stated, she nodded once.
"Very well, follow me," She turns on her heel and began walking down the short hallway between the stairscase.
Prince and I shared a look and he muttered for me to stay close before following behind the women.
She leads us to what looks like a very fucking large living room.
"Take a seat here, make yourselves comfortable," She grins, we reluctantly sit down.
She walks away.
"Costello?" I muttered out, looking up at Prince. That name does sound familiar.
Prince peered down at me, before he slowly shrugged.
"Your guess is as good as mine."
We sat in silence after that.
A few maids that passed by us asked if we'd like anything to eat or drink but we politely declined.
Or I did. Prince gave every single one of them the most dirtiest look of all time.
After a while, a throat cleared behind us.
Prince and I look over our shoulder, and I was shocked to see that it was a familiar tall italian man. Pale green eyes, but instead he looks different than last time I saw him. He looks happier, more alive.
Next to him was a shorter woman that barely reached his shoulders. She was exceptionally gorgeous.
She has long light chestnut hair that fell over her shoulder in long waves, stormy gray eyes, pouty lips, and a button nose that was kissed with soft freckles. I don't even know her but I could tell she has the sweetest soul.
You can tell that her and the man beside her were complete opposites.
Antonio spoke up, "Prince, Bellamy, I'm glad you two actually came. Would've been a shame if I was forced to kidnap you." Oh.
"Don't scare them, Tonio," She girl spoke in a soft tone, her Italian accent thick while narrowing her eyes at him. She smiled at us, "I know you two have been worried about your friend. He safe and sound, sleeping in the nurse room," My heart stopped, eyes widening.
"K-Kayson's here?" I questioned, she smiled and nodded.
"Come with me," She said, and I practically flew off the couch.
