ATLAS - A Mafia Romance

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

"𝒯𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓉"
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Rapidly, an alarm went off causing my eyes to shoot open like two flashlight beams. I jolted up and properly took in the fact that I had an alarm, that wasn't there yesterday.

My amusement quickly changed when I glanced over at my closet that was wide open with three additional items that had been added to it, it was only three but they were plenty to cause a wide smile to emerge onto my face, shortly, I bounced off the bed and went to check them out. Once I got there, my smile quickly disappeared as I focused on the baggy sweater, vest, and plaid skirt.

This reminds me of a private school.

I had now gone to take a shower, it was a new bathroom but had the same bucket I had used yesterday in that other room with the nurse and Mr lucy-silly-piano, in fact, where is Mr Abrams?

He's the one I need to see. As I was drowning in my thoughts, I made sure to take my hair out of the french braids they were in and went over my curls with the strawberry scented shampoo.

Strawberry flavour or other fruit-scented essentials weirded me out, because how did someone determine the scent of strawberries. If strawberries themselves, don't obtain a scent. Its the same thing for a cherry or a banana, its a weird concept but I guess it is what it is.

When I finished taking a shower and tieing my hair up, I stepped out of the bathroom leaving a trail of wet footprints along on the marble floors, I then sat on the bed before applying lotion on my skin and when I finished I began dressing up into my new, questionable, clothes.
Whilst buttoning the skirt, I noticed a pair of black sneakers in the corner of the room, when I slid them onto my feet, they were a bit big but the best thing I had at the moment.

When I had finished preparing myself, I walked over to the mirror that was placed inside the closet and I looked at my reflection, adjusting and checking my clothes, and self out.

When I felt pleased by my appearance, I bent down to now tie my shoelaces, and as I did, I gave attention to the keys jiggling into my door, effecting me to jerk my head up toward the intruder. When Enzo's form became visible in the corner of my eyes, I slowly began standing up as my laces had now been tied.

There was silence at first, as I registered his stare wasn't at me but my chest, causing me to clear my throat and try to catch his attention onto something else. "I came to take you downstairs for breakfast preparations to begin,"

He spoke, well-done for pointing out the obvious. Finally latching his eyes off of me as he was leaning on my door frame, hands crossed on his chest.

"Let's go," he said in the same cold formality as yesterday.

I followed him down the flight of stairs. When we had arrived at the kitchen, I began constructing a "thank you" but he had already walked away before I could say anything. Leaving me to shrug it off and walk inside.

Walking in, I got greeted by the aroma of food that managed to capture everything good in there, There was a sweet-savoury smell in particular that reminded me of chocolate croissants or crepés, The blended smell of the room was perfection.
As I stood there eying all the delicious baked, cooked and fried goods, I also watched as the variety of people were walking like the way gas-filled air, that even if there's a few of them, they managed to feel all the space.

The busy room attained one attitude, a positive hardworking one combined with a "move and get things done" kind of environment since everyone was moving around quick and snappy. Because I was distracted by stalking everyone, I didn't notice Grace striding toward me with the same warm smile that made almost anyone want to smile back.