Avyanna P.O.V
"Avyanna?" She mumbled as she continued to stare at me.
Everyone is looking at us. I stand there without moving or saying anything, yet my eyes focused on her.
"Can you bake cookies for me, too?" "Will you also come to my show?" "Will you dress me up for the show, too?" "Can you sing a lullaby for me, too?"
All of the things dropped on me. In all of the situations where I needed her, she wasn't there. All of the feelings came crashing down on me.
I watch as she slowly comes toward me. From my peripheral view, I see Richard (father) walking to her and meeting her halfway.
He drapes his hand on her shoulder as they both look at me and, he said, "Yes Honey, she is here. Our Avyanna is here."
Our Avyanna. It echoed in my mind as I continued to look at them. Liars.
They both came toward me, but Richard stopped a few steps before she walked up to me. My feet stay frozen till she stands in front of me.
Just as she took a step toward me with her hands lifted for a hug, my senses came back, and I took a long step back.
Her hands stop in the air as she looks at me with pain and worry. I can feel everyone judging gaze on me, but at this moment, I don't care.
I cleared my throat as I looked at Charlotte who was looking at us in confusion and, said, " Can you take me to a guest room? I'm drenched."
All the previous signs of playfulness are gone from my tone as I speak in a cold tone.
She looked at me in surprise before she nodded. She glanced at the lady before taking steps toward the stairs.
I turned around and saw Domenico and Emiliano looking at me in confusion and worry. But, I pay no heed to them as I take my bag from Emiliano and follow Charlotte without looking at anyone.
I see Charlotte avoided stepping on the shards of the broken vase. However, I stopped when I reached there. I notice they are some orange flowers.
"Mumma loves orange flowers. I'm going to gift it to her."
Just after that, I saw the flowers in a bin and her hugging a book with a content smile.
I lifted my foot and stepped on the flower, crushing it. My ball of the foot smashes it entirely. I lift my foot to see the once-blooming flower, crushed. I bend down to hoist the remaining flower and break its stem with a tiny smirk.
My whole expression is only visible to Charlotte who is standing near the stairs looking at me with a gaping mouth. I put the destroyed flower on top of the drawers before making my way to Charlotte.
I stood in front of Charlotte as she continues to stare at me.
"We have to go up, I believe," I said, snapping her out of her dazed state.
She nodded and started walking as I followed her. I looked around as we walk through the hallway. Soon enough, I notice the rooms are labelled.
A black coloured frame with Domenico written in grey is fixed beside a door.
Following his room is another room with a frame of Emiliano written on a purple backslash with pink. Probably asked Charlotte to design it.
So wrong move of him. Ala said and, I mentally nodded.
After Emiliano's room is the room, of Giovanni, whose nameplate is baby pink with his name in gold.
From which means does it fit Giovanni? Neither it's too medically nor Anything. Ala expressed.
I agree, Ala. Maybe these are his favourite colours? I suggested.
Ahh, Not too sure about that, Avy, Ala mumbled.
The next room is Damien's room. Beside his room is his frame of a darker shade of yellow with his name in navy. There is an illustration of a crown in white on the frame. I rolled my eyes at that.
It's better than the rest. Ala said.
And, I agree with her.
After his room is his twin's room, Antonio must be the high-on-something guy. The blabbermouth. His nameplate is opposite of his twin's.
Compared to as mature and sophisticated as Angelo's nameplate, Antonio's nameplate is childish.
His nameplate is full of glitter and neon green things. His name is inscribed in magenta on a glitter light blue frame.
I walked a little faster to avoid looking at it a bit longer.
Then comes Edgardo's room, whose nameplate is of a red frame with his name in blue with a football (soccer) illustration.
Typical teen boy, Ala and I screamed together, mentally.
Then came Charlotte's room. She doesn't have a nameplate. But, her door is pink with white accents, which is a helpful giveaway.
She opened the door and, I looked at her.
"Umm... Domenico will tell you the arrangements." She mumbled and entered the room.
I followed her inside. And, immediately, a thought crossed my mind, oh hell no.
Her room is surprisingly rosy and, bright. But, it was not overbearing pink. It was subtle with other colours palette, with the prominent colour being pink.
But, what disturbs me is that one side of the room is clean. Like someone is going to shift into it. Domenico or the parents want me to share a room with her. Well, Hah... Jokes on them... now that I know they have hell to deal with me.
"You can use the en-suite. There are commodities in the top-left drawer." I heard Charlotte say. I nodded and put my duffel bag on the floor, and leaned my backpack on it.
I opened my bag and took a change of clothes. I put it on a sofa that is in the room as I open my backpack too. I pull my charger before zipping it back.
I stand up and turn around to see Charlotte looking at me curiously. I walked up to her and handed her my phone and charger, and said, "Can you charge it?"
A big smile graced her face as she snatched my gadgets from my hands before nodding swiftly and saying, "Yes...Of course."
I looked at her in disbelief before nodding and, trailing off an okay. I made my way to the en-suite after grabbing my clothes from the sofa.
I closed the door behind me. I sighed and stood in front of the mirror. The bathroom is quite large, tho. I looked at myself and noticed that I looked like a truck ran over me. I opened the top-left drawer and, sure enough, everything I needed, are there.
I quickly shower and wear my sweatpants with a sweatshirt.
(Without hoops)
I have my hair down now. I'm full-on waiting for the reaction. Whenever they, have seen me, I always had a hoodie on, so they never actually saw my hair. I had my bangs clipped back.
I don't have brown hair like Charlotte and Edgardo. I have jet-black hair which, is dyed blue now with my bangs in front. I know how much it will be a shocker for everyone.
(Hair is in the media at beginning of the chapter)
I smirked and walked out with my clothes in my hands. I see Charlotte standing with her back to me. I put my dirty clothes in a small bag before putting them in my duffel bag. I will ask for laundry from someone.
I turned around at the same time Charlotte turned. I look at her as she gasps, looking at me.
"Your-r hair?" She stuttered as I looked at her in amusement.
"What about it?" I asked.
"It's blue." She mumbled as she pointed her finger at my hair.
"Wow...Could you be more obvious?" I replied.
"What now?... What are we supposed to do?" I asked her.
"We have to go to the dining area. It's dinner time." She replied as she walked out of her room. I follow her out but not before grabbing my AirPods and, phone with me.
We walk in silence to the dining area. Soon enough, we reach there. I can hear people chattering. Charlotte walks in and, everybody greets her.
I took a deep breath before entering the dining area.
They silenced when you entered. Ala said.
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Published on- 31 August 2022