You replaced me

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

After twenty minutes a small Island came into view, there were a few beach houses up front and a large hotel in the middle.

A smile came onto my face, at least people lived here, and we wouldn't be alone.

We were greeted by the front desk lady.

"Alessandro Rossi, it's a pleasure to see you." The women greeted, as she quickly typed into her computer.

Alessandro nodded and rested his hands on the cool marble countertop.  

"You guys are on the top floor." She smiled, handing him seven key cards. "Enjoy your stay."

"We will." He said as he handed each of us a keycard.

I looked down at the thin plastic, ' CF Rossi' was written in cursive black ink.

Does Alessandro own this hotel?

"Our parent's own this hotel, our mama designed it."  Angelo whispered to me; a small smile tugged onto his lips.

I grinned and nodded. No wonder it was so beautiful and mesmerizing.

I looked at every inch of the hotel in awe, I'm happy we get to stay here now.

Everyone cramped inside the elevator, and Alessandro pressed the tenth-floor button. It will be easy to find our room, there's only one room on the tenth floor.

As Enzo opened the door, my smile grew. It wasn't any plain hotel room; it was a whole penthouse.

I stood in awe, there was a huge modern kitchen, a large living room, some random rooms and fancy stairs that led up to a second floor.

Alessandro took a seat on a stool at the island counter, he poured himself a glass of wine while everyone dragged their luggage up the stairs.

He raised his eyebrows at me as he saw me looking around at everything.

"Your bedroom's upstairs, your names written on the door." He said calmly.

"Okay." I responded, carrying my suitcase upstairs.

I stopped at a white door that had wooden pink and purple letters that spelt 'Chiara.' I turned the doorknob and my heart ached. The room was fit for a princess, a large canopy bed that was pink, butterfly stickers, a portrait of a women and a baby and there was an old handmade wooden toy box that had chips of paint that sat in the corner of the room. A pang of sadness washed over me; it was like this room was done when I was a baby. Almost like nothing was ever touched.

I set my suitcase down, opened the pink curtain to the canopy bed and sat down. I couldn't help but feel sad, I missed out on everything. My eyes wandered towards the portrait. The women had soft, luscious brown hair that was done in curls, she had light blue eyes that held a sparkle, she had soft dewy pink lips and dimples, a baby sat on her lap. My eyes softened as I stared at the photo, a tear ran down my cheek. Was this my mom? 

I clutched one of the soft blankets to my chest as more tears fell down my cheeks, I couldn't help but feel sad and lost. I miss my mama, even though I don't know her I miss her ever so greatly. I miss being loved and cared for.