My Italian Makeover (REWRITING)

One

I finally arrived in Italy and I've never been more exhausted in my life. No wonder why my family hasn't been here since my siblings and I were born. One, the flight is crazy expensive and two, it's long as hell! And to think I'm going to have to come back in three months.

I walked to the baggage claim area and was immediately greeted by a familiar, but unfamiliar face.

"Oh my gosh! Ana! It's been years! I haven't seen you since you were a baby!" I was pulled into a hug and received Italian kisses.

Not knowing what to say, I just smiled.

"It's your auntie Lucia or Lucy as you, your brother and sister use to call me! Aah, who am I kidding? Of course you don't remember me. I got pictures of you at the house of when you were a baby. Come on."

She helped me with my luggage and once we got outside, I was greeted by even more unfamiliar faces. It's even more overwhelming when they're swarming towards me and giving me hugs and kisses and speaking a language I don't even know.

Two years of learning Italian went completely down the drain. 

They really are gorgeous. It's kind of sad that I'm the only one who isn't. I mean, I can't be the only one who looks like this right? 

We all got in the family van and all the talking started. It was like a swarm of bees... or even worst, flies, buzzing in my ear. 

"So Ana, ready for your makeover?" someone asked.

"No not really. Not looking forward to the pampering." I responded. 

Then, she translated for the rest of the family to comprehend. As everyone in the van started to talk, I tried to listen very carefully to catch what they were saying but all I got was a couple words that didn't even help give me clues as to what they were talking about.

The girl noticed me trying to understand what everyone was talking about and she laughed, "We have to work on teaching you Italian."

"Your parents didn't speak it to you guys?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"Auntie Bianca is slipping! You guys can't lose your heritage!" She said to me.

"I mean I learned it in school but it's not really helping a lot." I laughed.

"Julia! The poor girl doesn't remember you! Introduce yourself!" Auntie Lucia said.

"Oh sorry. I'm your cousin Julia... obviously now that my mom said my name. I was like five or six when you were born."

Which makes her about 22 years old, but she looks my age.

"Oh, and I'm going to be giving you the makeover." she added.

I hadn't really paid attention to how she dressed until now, all I really knew was that she is absolutely gorgeous, along with the rest of the family. 

Her hair went a little past her shoulder blades and was loosely curled. She wore a black shirt over her white blazer, tight fitted blue ripped jeans and high heels. Her gold MK watch and necklaces topped the outfit off and that's when I knew I could trust her with giving me a makeover.

"You're like a makeup artist or something?" I asked.

"Fashion designer to be more specific. But yeah, you can say that too."

"My baby Julia is the youngest fashion designer here. She's got a whole team waiting for you at her building." Auntie Lucia told me as she was driving.

"MAMA!" Julia yelled before I couldn't understand what else she was saying. I'm pretty sure it was about the makeover though and she probably ruined the surprise... or what was suppose to be a surprise.