-Diandra pov-
"Dad?" I ask.
His face immediately lights up, and I run up to him as he engulfs me in a big hug.
"Yes, it's me my principessa, it's so great to see you."
I break the hug and take a step back, when i notice the guy on his right.
He looks like me and mom, and i remember a name
"Xander?" I say
Recognition floods his features.
"Hi, Tesoro, I missed you so much. "
Translation: treasure
Obviously I know Italian but let's keep that between us for now.
"I missed you too" I say, walking towards him, and wrapping my arms around his waist.
He does the same, and we stay like that for a while.
"Lets get you home principessa," my dad says, interrupting our hug.
I grab my stuff and head out with my dad and Xander.
They lead me to a fancy black car, and Xander opens the door for me.
"Ladies first," he says.
I roll my eyes at him and get in, which makes him say, "Your eyes will get stuck if you do that." Which makes me roll my eyes again.
On the ride home, Xander and dad ask me to tell them more about myself.
"Well, my favourite colours are black and red, my favourite food is buldack ramen, I love music and dancing, I play the piano and violin as well as cello and i love to read. Some of my nicknames are, Di (pronounced, 'die'), D (pronounced, 'dee'), and rose (from her middle name which is rose)."
We sit there in silence for the rest of the ride until...
Cliffhanger
Or is it?
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Romance(Previously known as love or death) Diandra Rossi was kidnapped from her family at the young age of 5. She was abused by her foster parents, she has been through hell but when she came out she trained to fight, to defend herself. Now even the devi...
