Isabella Beatrice Marino has always lived with her mother and step-father. After her mother dies she is left in the care of her step-father, Tom. After a series of unfortunate events, Isabella is sent to live with the family she never knew existed...
I woke up the next morning to the sounds of shouting, more specifically Eva...screaming at Gianni. I quickly jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. As I made my way downstairs I saw a hilarious scene, but also confusing.
Eva had Gianni cornered in the kitchen. She had her trusty wooden spoon in hand and was screaming, something in Italian, at him. I took in Gianni's appearance. He had an arm sling on his right shoulder and a white bandage as well. I looked at his face which was slightly brush-burned, and his lips were cut open and bloody.
"Stupido stronzo!" Eva screamed at Gianni, "Che spavento." (Stupid asshole. You scared me.)
"Mi dispiace." Gianni told her. (I'm sorry)
I walked over to them to make my presence known.
"Are you alright?" I asked Gianni.
"I'm fine sorellina, I just um-"
"He fell off his motorcycle and hurt his collarbone." Leo said coming out of the doorway, where he must have been watching the scene unfold.
"Why do you have a bandage on then?" I curiously asked.
"Don't be nosey Bella." Leo commanded, with which I complied.
"Um well I have a question to ask." my brothers looked at me expectantly, "Can I go over to Haley's house? We wanted to watch movies." I lied.
"Of course you can Bella. Go get ready, Piero will take you, but unfortunately he has the rest of the day off, so you'll be there by yourself. I trust you won't go anywhere, and if you do you'll call one of us." Leonardo lectured. I fervently nodded my head and walked upstairs to get dressed. I told Haley of the situation when we face-timed last night, and she told me she has an awesome outfit for me to wear.
I ran upstairs and quickly threw on a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt. I combed my hair, brushed my teeth, and grabbed my phone before heading out the door. Piero was waiting for me by the car. I hopped in an we began driving to Haley's house which was 45 minutes from ours.
We pulled up to a large house, a bit smaller than ours, that was made of bricks and was two or three stories high. Haley was waiting outside the front of her house. She saw the car pull up and began to smile. It was about 11:00, so Damiano would be picking me up in an hour and a half.
We walked up to Haley's room. It was a pastel pink color with gold and bronze accent colors. She had a bookcase in the corner of the room with cheer trophies, pictures, and classic literature. She walked over to her closet and asked me what I wanted to wear. I didn't really know what to wear.
"Do you know where you guys are going?" Haley asked me.
"No, he never really said. He just gave me the time." I responded, feeling stupid for not asking.
"Well let's dress you warm, but not too warm. Here." she said. She shoved a leather jacket, jeans, a gray shirt, and some black boots into my hands. I looked at her.
"A leather jacket?" I questioned. Before my mother died I used to have a leather jacket she gave me, but it fell apart from me wearing it too much.
"Damiano has a motorcycle, so you might need it you never know." Haley smirked.
"Haley? Did you? Talk to Damiano?" I questioned.
"Maybe." she smiled, before pushing me into the bathroom to change.
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