𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 | ✓

Chapter Twenty - Aurora's POV

"Frost!" I protest.

"What is the difference?" Emily cries out.

I sigh before taking a seat next to her. "You see, the difference between you and I is that I know colours and you know," I try and look for the right word. "nothing."

I can only imagine the face she's making behind my back so I turn around to see her have the biggest grin on her face.

"My 5 favourite shades of white?" I quiz her.

"Pearl, cotton, coconut, daisy and frost." She answers.

I smile at her, letting her know she did a good job. My phone begins to ring and she picks it up from the counter. "Cugina troia?" She reads trying her best to pull off an Italian accent. [Italian Translation: Cousin's slut]

"Ignore it." I order. "Can I tell you something, Emily?"

She nods coming over to sit next to me. "You're like an annoying sister to me. I love you but I also hate you." I explain.

She glares at me and rolls her eyes. "Geez, thanks, She mumbles. "You look like a cockroach."

I gasp covering my mouth. "How dare you." I say. I notice a small smirk on her face. This is why I like her, she isn't afraid of me. "Well, you probably sleep with cockroaches." I pout.

My phone begins ringing again. I groan telling her to ignore it. "Cosa vuole quella cagna adesso?" I mutter under my breath. [Italian Translation: What does that bitch want now?]

"Maybe you should answer it, it seems important." She suggests.

"It's just my cousin's dumb temporary prostitute." I inform.

"What if he's," She trails and then decides to keep quiet.

"What if he's what? Having a nervous breakdown? Gone missing again? Hurting himself? He's completely fine, Emily you would do the same if your whole family is killed before your very eyes." I yell.

She places a hand on my arm and rubs it. "Go make sure he's okay." She commands me.

I sniff to try and avoid the tears that are fighting to come out. The phone rings again and this time I answer it.

"What do you want, idiota?" I ask her. [Italian Translation: Idiot]

I hear Vincenzo's arguing and complaining in the background. "What the hell did you do?" I ask her, picking up my car keys.

"He came back from somewhere he had to go to and started raging." She explains.

"You are the most useless personal assistant I have ever met. You're so unprofessional and you can't even assist my cousin the way you're supposed to." I rant. "Emily, in the car." I order her.

"Just shut up and get over here." She says cutting the call.

I begin speeding down the road to my cousin's house. That dumbass better pray nothing is wrong with him.

~

"You have to be nice." Her father said.

She looked up at him with a confused look. "Why should I be nice to Vince?" The 7-year-old, Aurora, questioned.

"He just lost his family." Her mother explained to her.

"Zio Tony and Zia Ellie?" She asked. Her mother nodded in sadness. "And Frank, and Gia, And Izzy, Angie and Ango?" she continued. "What happened to them?" [Italian Translation: Uncle Tony and Aunty Ellie]