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Chapter 25: Lost Sanity and a Hair Emergency

"M-may I ask what you're going t-to do to my hair?"

"Oh right! If you're ok with it, I plan on spraying some water on your hair to make it a little less puffy. After that I'm going to brush it out really quickly then I'm going to do Dutch Pigtail Braids. Again only if you're ok with it. If you're not then we can do something else." Aunt Andrea assured me, I smiled at her.

No one has ever asked if I was ok with something before, that was before I got here at least. Not even when I was in one of my good foster homes. Wait hang on! Isabella what about about breakfast!

"What-what about breakfast, will it be fine if we're l-late?" I questioned with panic seeping into my voice causing it to sound squeaky.

"Calm down Isa, it'll be fine. Being late to breakfast isn't a crime." Aunt Andrea said calmingly. putting her hands on my shoulders, her hazel eyes looking into my blue ones. Reassuring me rather quickly as my heart beat slowed down. 

Seeing me calm down she removed her hands my shoulders, moving to stand behind me. She grabbed the towel she had placed under her arm, and wrapped it around my shoulders, gently lifting my hair onto it.

"Alright let's get started." Aunt Andrea announced, beginning to spray the water into my hair.

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"Ok the first side is officially done now we just need to do the next side." My aunt declared, with a smile showing off her pearly white teeth. "Wanna look?" she asked raising one of her eyebrows. I nodded at her question, turning to the side to see how it looked. Wow, how can she Dutch braid so well? I never learned, I only ever learned how to do a regular braid and I can do a pretty decent French braid. Dutch braids I always messed up on.

"How does it look? Do you like it?"

"I love it, it looks amazing! How are you so good at Dutch braiding? I could never figure out how to." I questioned looking at her curiously as she just chuckled grabbing the other bundle of my hair to braid as soon as I turned away from the mirror.

"My mom taught me. She was a master when it came to braiding, she taught me everything I know about hair. Which was a lot. She used to own a hair salon where I grew up."

"Really tha-" A loud noise was heard as my bedroom door was slammed open. Uncle Marco stormed into my room with my very excited looking cousin, Vincenzo, behind him. They quickly found themselves in my bathroom, standing in front of us looking confused.

"Andrea cosa stai facendo, dovevi venire a prendere Isabella per assicurarti che ce I'abbia fatta in sicurezza giu per le scale, perche le stai facendo i capelli? La vostra colazione e ormai fredda e temevo che fosse successo qualcosa a voi due." My uncle bellowed to aunt Andrea in Italian with a aggravated look on his face though his eyes held worry in them. Really, really need to learn Italian.

(Andrea what are you doing you were just supposed to come get Isabella to make sure she made it safely down the stairs, why ae you doing her hair? Your breakfast is now cold and I was worried something happened to you two)

Aunt Andrea's smile turned into a frown at his words, turning to face him.

"Mi dispiace amore mio, ma c'e stata un'emergenza capelli e nostra nipote aveva bisogno del mio aiuto, quindi mi sono offerto di auitarla. Va bene, possiamo semplicemente mettere il cibo nel microonde per riscaldarlo, ma mi dispiace di averti preoccupato. Anch'io non volevo dire, dammi solo altri 12 minuti e avro finito con i suoi capelli. Ok, amore mio?" My aunt told my uncle Marco. He huffed crossing his arms across his chest with a pout making him look like a toddler that just got their candy taken away.