I woke up at the hearing of the pilot's voice blasting calming through the intercom, announcing our arrival to the Sicily Islands and ordering that I should buckle my seat belt.
I did it again and looked put of the window. The view from up here seemed so miniature and beautiful with all it's abstract colours and cultural monuments and buildings.
The thought of having brothers with (s) bothered me a lot. I just woke up from a coma 3 days ago and I was already being sent to live with people I don't think I've met- maybe I have but I don't just remember.
My diary and teddy bear were placed on the table, next to my right arm. I took the teddy bear and hugged it close, feeling the airplane now flying downwards.
What was so exciting flying 40,000 feets above the ground? It's a nice experience but it's also a nightmare and extremely boring when you're alone.
15 minutes later, when I knew the jet had actually landed. I unbuckled my seat belt and stood up, holding my possessions in hand and followed behind the flight attendant.
Outside the jet were 5 huge bodyguards, dressed in black and white suit and holding some cold aura around them just with their presence.
I'm not sure that's for me
"Miss Ferrari, it's a pleasure having you back" the guard in charge of the whole team said, holding his hand out for a handshake.
"Okay?" I said in more of questioning tone and shook his hand.
"Your hair seems different. Did you dye it?" He asked curiously.
I furrowed my eye brows and touched my hair a little. I didn't know about that. Charlotte once said my hair colour didn't seem natural and I should consider seeing a hair stylist.
"I don't know..." I replied in a low tone.
The man didn't say anything in reply and turned, ordering the men to take me to the mansion. My brothers are loaded, I agree.
The other Italians gave me a little strange looks, walking in the middle of five bodyguards and following them like a lost chick. I was but I didn't have much of a choice.
The driver was like Lilia's description. He greeted me and opened the passenger seat door open and I walked in, still holding my bear and diary.
He drove for what seemed like an 1hour and it actually was, before reaching a private gated estate. The gates were painted in black, guards guarding over it with military trained and some high tech devices.
He scanned his face ID, thumb print and smart card in case before they let him in, sending me a little respect nod which I didn't know how to reply to.
The mansion was enormous, surrounded by huge well arranged and dressed gardens and beautiful trees. In front of the dark green and white mansion with golden highlights was a circular driveway with a huge fountain statue in the middle having the name 'Masseria' sculpted on it.
I walked out of the car, walking up the stairs heading to the front double doors of the mansion while the car drove to the big car parking garage.
"Miss Kara" A maid greeted.
Kara... How did I remember my name was Grace then? No doubt I wasn't in the database.
She led me into the house. The lounge of the house was designed in a modern but artistic way, having different famous and original paintings from all around the world and very few family pictures. I followed her up the confusing flight of stairs, walking up to the fourth floor of the mansion.
"Here's your room" she said, unlocking the door and handing me the key.
On the fine expensive ebony wood, My name was carved and painted in golden italics with an infinity sign next to it. I walked in and immediately feel in love with the cosy coloured and white decor.
The room was huge and spacious, painted in purple, baby blue and white colours giving it's fresh and amical side. The bed was adorned with the finest diamonds and my initials were written on the wall with gold dust. Connected to my room was an ensuite bathroom, walk in closet and balcony; having a cosy little coffee table and two chairs.
There was a big book shelf in the room, filled with a few classics that I will love to read like 'The colour purple' or '1986' and many more.
I smiled at the effort. The decor making me love bother colour purple and baby blue but I frowned at the thought that I didn't have clothes.
knock! Knock!
I turned to the door, walking over to it and unlocked it. A guy in his early 20s stood in the hallway, dressed in casual clothes while slipping his phone into his pockets. He faced me and that's when I realised that I was like a dwarf compared to him.
"Kara?!" He asked, his tone was deep but calm.
"You are?" I asked back carefully, looking at him.
"Lawton, your 6th oldest brother" he smiled warmly "You look different" he commented.
"I get that a lot since I got here" I replied, opening the door wider "Come in..."
He walked in, barely acknowledging the room. He turned to my birth and saw the matching teddy bare and azure fluffy diary and smiled.
"You still have this?" He questioned, picking it up.
"You gave me?" I asked back.
"I wasn't, Rauw did. I don't actually know the history of the diary but you never let any one take it away from you" He chuckled "Its been 9 years now. You left when you were 4, on your birthday"
"Ohh..." I breathe out, taking the diary and bear from his hand.
"Where are the others?"
"Some are at work and the others are at school"
"You aren't going to school? You seem twenty" I asked.
He shrugged, glancing around the room "they will be back in some hours. Why don't you take a bathe?"
I scratched the back of my head "I don't have clothes"
Lawton gave me some unreadable look and muttered something, walking out of the room for some minutes and came back with some clean looking clothes in his hand.
"I would have given you Casey's but she let's no one enter her room. Apart of her, Rio is the smallest size" he explained, handing me the white hoodie and black sweatpants.
"Thanks" I smiled, placing them on the bed.
He smiled back "I should be thanking you for finally coming back"
"Why?" I didn't understand.
"Rauw will explain that to you" he said before walking out of the room.
I blinked my eyes a few times, really wanting to meet the famous Rauw Ferrari-Masseria that everyone can't stop talking about. I shook my head and got a quick bath and wore the clothes.
The white hoodie was oversized on me, the hands longer than my own hands so I hand to bend it and the sweatpants were longer than my legs too!
"Better than nothing" I commented, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I picked up a comb and combed through my hair, differentiating it with the colour of my eyebrows. They were different, I had to agree. My hair was more darker meanwhile my eyebrows where much more lighter with some sandy brown strands.
I checked the time and walked out of the room, trying to head to the the living or dining room, I guess. The stairs were so confusing, I climbed up the stairs on the second floor and found myself on the fifth floor.
"Where am I?" I asked, going done the stairs to the third floor. I walked back up using a different stair and halted at the deep voice calling me out.
"Where are you going to?" He asked. I turned to meet a much younger guy of about 18, a little resemblant to Lawton but with lenses.
"The dinning room?"
"You are walking upwards, you won't reach the dinning room but the gym" He said.
"Sorry but this place is confusing" I commented in a silly tone.
"You're wearing Rio's clothes?"
"Lawton gave them to me..."
"He's gonna be pissed" he commented "I'm Kiernan, by the way"
"Gr- Kara" I said "Kara"
"You say that like you're trying to get accustom to it" he commented, talking my hand and leading me to the dinning room.
"My name was Grace before, I guess... maybe " I told him, utterly as confused as him.
"Grace?!" He poundered, saying nothing more as we reach the first floor of the mansion- not the main hall.
We entered inside the dark green and white modern kitchen where Lawton busily checked through the cupboards and fridge.
"What are you doing?" Kiernan asked.
He turned to us, filling a bowl of cereals "Looking for something to eat. Lucia isn't back from her trip to Argentina"
"You can't give her cereals! It's soon time for dinner" he said, checking the fridge.
"Ohh no, the cereals are for me. Hers is there..." he pointed to the electric microwave, warming some lasagne.
"I thought cereals are meant to be eaten in the morning?" I asked confused, checking out the boxe.
"Lawton doesn't have time for eating food. He could eat lasagne for breakfast, blue berry cheese cake for lunch and cereals for dinner" Kiernan commented.
I gave Lawton a strange look, watching him eat the cereals soak in milk like there was nothing wrong with eating it.
"I will not apologize for being me" He said, drinking the milk from the bowl.
Kiernan placed a plate of lasagne in front of me. I looked down at it and frowned.
"I'm not hungry" I said.
"Eat alittle. Rauw won't like that we left his baby starve" Kiernan stated.
"Why do everyone talk about him?"
"Because he is the oldest and the meany cold guy" He replied.
"I will like you say that infront of him" Lawton commented, facing him.
"You bet I can't say it?"
"500" Lawton held out his hand.
"500" Kiernan agreed.
This were two of my eight brothers.