My mom got arrested. I don't know how to feel yet. I apparently have a father I would say he is a dead beat but knowing mom she probably had a one night stand and never mentioned me. So here I am preparing to go on a plane and face the unknown.
Goodbye New York hello Beverly Hills
They really should have sent someone with me I have been waiting at the airport for an hour. I have no picture and no idea how he looks. Now I am mixed so the familial resemblance isn't very strong. What if they see me but don't know it's me. O god what if they think I'm white I'm starting to panic O god O god I don't have a phone O god.
"Rose Bolin! Rose Bolin!" "Over here" I called running over to the tall man relief washing over me. "Hi Rose Bolin at your service" putting a sickly sweet smile on my face might as well make a good impression although he was late. He eyed me up an down before clearing his throat and telling me to follow him. Geez what a cold guy.
We pulled up at huge mansion and rich was all I could think because Well dam.
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The man who I forgot to ask for his name opened the door and chauffeured me in and then turned and left leaving me standing by the door like a idiot.
I am not a very anxious person but who wouldn't be anxious standing alone by a door in a huge mansion.
After 5 minutes of waiting and woman about thirty walks up to me. "Hello and who may you be" she asked surprisingly polite. "Rose, Rose Bolin at your service" I said in a mock posh accent for no other reason than I did was feeling nervous. The lady gave me a confused look before calling out to who I suspect is my new family " Mr Morelli your daughter has arrived."
A total of six men stood in front of me all with striking green eyes. They eyed me up and down while standing in a tense silence so I decided to cleverly break the tension.
" I am Rose Bolin I hope to be the yellow rose of your life" I said with a proud smile holding out my hand.
The one around my age snapped out his trance with a confused "what" prompting my assumed father to clear his throat and begin introducing himself "I am Giovanni Morelli your father" taking my hand to shake
They were all over 6 feet compared to my 5 ft with green eyes cold eyes and though mine was brown our eyes all had that cold calculating feel .
My brothers were Ian age 21 Aiden age 19 Anthony age 19 Roman age 18 Lucas age 17
