princess

chapter four

~so from now on I'm probably going to be using different languages but I'm going to use Google translate so I apologize now if it isn't accurate~

They arrived at San Francisco in the middle of the night. Lillianna was spark out from the journey and had to be carried from place to place by her brothers. And by place to place, it was from the place to the car and from the car to her bed. Her bed was huge and comfy, so comfy in fact that you could sink so deep into the mattress it was hard to get out. Like her bed, her room was bigger than in London, though it had the same colour scheme and was filled with a warm glow stemming from the masses of fairy lights here and there. It was mid morning when Lillianna woke up and it was quite possibly one of the best nights sleeps she's had in a very very long time.
She slowly got out of bed and trudged to her wardrobe filled with the all the clothes she owns. They were all so bland and boring, her father didn't have good taste in her clothes. She found a black skirt, with black tights and a pink knitted jumper layed out in the chair. It would have looked fine, but pink really wasn't Lillian's colour.
Once she was dressed her favourite maid appeared in her doorway "Hey Debbie". Debbie was one of the only womanly role models she had in her life and the only one of her father's worker whom truly cared about her. When Debbie recognised the girl who spoke she wrapped her arms around Lillian's small frame so fiercely she could barley breath. You wouldn't have thought that this woman could have such a strong grip but she did. Her soft blonde hair was graying slightly and wrinkles were forming around her eyes but her eyes were bright and lively. They were a bright, beaming blue that twinkled from time to time. "My God your really back. You look so grown up. Oh my look at you." With the last statement she pulled away and pinched Lilliannas checks making her giggle. "Your so so beautiful, you look so much like your mother." Lillian didn't remember much of her mother she was too young to remember as was Lucas, it made her sad that she couldn't remember the woman that bought her into the world. Oh well in a world full of so much darkness you have to focus on the slither of light. "Now I want to hear all about London" she demanded as she picked up a hair brush and began to drag it through lilliannas long dark hair. She spoke about school, the people, the city, everything and by the time she was done talking Debbie had finished her hair with half of it pulled back from her face with pink ribbon, a few tendrils of hair hanging free. The two then walked to the kitchen together for breakfast which consisted of strawberries and blueberries.
"Here, coffee. Your father's in his office" she handed Lillian two cups one for her and one for her father.
"Thank you Deb"
The last time she had been to her father office he had told her she and her brothers were being sent to England.
Lillianna didn't bother to knock she couldn't really her hands were pretty full.
"Ciao papà" (hello dad) he didn't respond he just stared, though he knew she would change he didn't think she would change this much. "caffè" (coffee?) He still didn't respond so she just placed the mug on his oversized desk and took a seat in the chair oppersite with her legs hanging over one of the arms.
"Don't sit like that Lillianna, it's not lady like" she did as her father said and sat properly in the chair. "How was England?"
"It was interesting and cold and wet, mostly cold and wet if I'm honest."
"Why interesting?" Her father was curious it wasn't supposed to be interesting.
"Cause people are teste di cazzo" (dickheads)
"linguaggio" (language) her father warned.
"mi dispiace, papà, ma lo erano, e potrei dire alcune cose molto più colorate su di loro" (i'm sorry dad but they were, and i could say some much more colourful things about them) she would often slip into Italian when she got annoyed, she was the only one of the siblings who could speak fluent Italian the others knew bits and bobs, mostly curse words.
There was a long pause before her father broke the deafening silence. "Giuseppe will be here tomorrow do your dance lessons will start at 11 sharp okay?"
"Okay" with that she got up and left the room.
What was she gonna do today?

She arrived at Lucas's room, she knocked but there was no reply so she just let her self in and made her self at home on his bed. His room was dark filled with various shades of black and grey with the odd sprinkling of dark green. A little later he emerged from his en-suite bathroom with only his towel hanging around his waist, seeing his twin sister in his room made him jump a bit, which didn't go unnoticed by her.
"I did knock" she stated
"Course you did" he grabbed some clothes and re-entered him bathroom. He came back dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt. He joined her on his bed. "Do you not have dance today?" She shook her head.
"No. Tomorrow, Giuseppe will be here at 11." Lucas just nodded at this.
"You know I forgot how child like you look when dads cronies dress you?" Lucas commented.
"Okay first of all, I dress my self Debbie just has to choose what I wear. Second of all, Debbie isn't one of dads cronies she's nice." 
"Mhm I'll take your word for it" and with that he handed her a controller to the PS4, they played for hours, playing multiple games, mostly war games.

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The next day

It was time for dance class. As much as lillianna loved ballet, she wasn't looking forward to this. Hours of practice after years with none, it wasn't going to be pleasant. She was dressed in a black leotard and tights with black ballet shoes with ribbon that wrapped around her calf's and tied in a pretty bow. She opened the door to the studio and saw Giuseppe standing there, he hadn't changed much. He still had dark hair, not a speak of grey in sight, that was gelled back he also had tanned skin that was ever so slightly wrinkling. "Stretch." He demanded in his thick Italian accent. He held a length of bamboom in his hands and printed  you the bars by the wall. She did as she was told and began to stretch as he fired questions at her. "How often did you practice?" He asked.
"Not a lot" she replied.
"Why?"
"Kinda hard to do when your not aloud to leave the house and your house doesn't have slot of space to dance."

Some time past and she was practicing Grand jetés and Plié. He kept correcting her with the stick. "Don't slouch" "straighten your arm" "bend your arm" bend your leg" it was all rather tedious.
"Your know there is a thing called positive reinforcement" she cried.
"Yes I know that" he replied simply.
"Good"
She was going through a routine when her earlier thoughts popped into her head. "Do you for your hair?" She asked, still continuing with her dancing.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, the last time I saw you your hair was starting to grey so technically speaking your should have grey hairs but you don't"
"You're observent" he stated
"Well yeah, now are you gonna answer my question or..." She trailed off.
"Yes, I dye my hair"
"Okay thank you" she smiled.
"Why thank you?" Giuseppe questioned.
"I like to be right"
Suddenly he wacked the stick on her upper arm "higher."
"You know it hurts when you do that"

The rest of the week continued much like today dance, dance and dance.