The Feeling is Mutual, Love.

6. Have Fun: Part One

"Mr. And Mrs Zwon, you are home!" The drivers voice beckons out to them from the front of the limo. Upon hearing his voice Gia wakes up first, a somber frown plays on her lips. She is all but pleased by her new last name.

A sudden warmth overtakes her body bringing with it the feeling of contentment. She lets out a breath of relief. Letting her body melt against what she is laying on.

Her eyes flying open once more as she quickly pushes herself up and out of the limo. She was laying on Joseph who was, like her, comfortably sleeping, until she slapped him as she got out.

He lets out a groan as he rubs the side of his face, looking around confused. His confusion soon leaving once his eyes fall on Gia's. He lets out a sigh and gets out the limo; thanking the driver as he does.

They stand there with a mix of emotions flowing through them as they stare at there new home. A combination of awe, confusion and anger slowly overtakes them both.

They were both certain the driver had made a mistake with bringing them here. Until they see their fathers standing at the door waiting for them.

I let out a huff, the last thing I wanted was to deal with my father tonight. Right now all I wanted to do was get out of this dress and go to sleep.

As I attempt to walk towards the door I suddenly feel myself being lifted off the ground. "Joseph put me down!"

'No it is tradition.' I fight him, wiggling in his arms, yet nothing phases him. Instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck when it felt like he might drop me.

He carries me bridal style all the way to and through the front door. Our fathers smile at the site of us. As soon as my feet hit the floor Yakov pulls his son away from me.

I hate to admit this but I do immediately miss his warmth.

'Mi Bella Benvenuti nella vostra nuova casa... (My dear welcome to your new home..) he gestures behind him giving me the opportunity to take in the beauty of this place.

It was extravagant and nothing compared to the places I lived before. It was clear our parents joined together to pay this place off. There was a mix of Italian and Russian architecture and influences throughout.

I spot Jo and his father heading up the spiral staircase, and to what looks like the master bedroom.

'Si guarda così bella oggi . Sono così fiero di te-(You look so beautiful today. I am so proud of you-)' his words pull me back to him. "Che cosa?! Che cosa si può eventualmente chiedere di me adesso papà ?!(What?! What can you possibly ask of me now papa?!)"

I snap and cut him off, and just for a moment I catch his split second expression of shock and guilt. I raise one brow along with my chin. Giving my father a suspicious look as he now smirks at me.

'Prendiamo una passeggiata...(Let us take a walk...)' He slips one hand in his pocket,and the other behind my back. Forcefully guiding me towards the steps as he speaks.

He still avoided being forthright with me. Instead he chose to reminisce about my childhood, reminding me of all the fun times we apparently had together.