15| The Romanos

                                    

                                          
A R A B E L L A
Days have passed, and today is the day when I meet the rest of my family that is flighing from Italy. 
The Romano family is big. And I am kind of nervous which is surprising. But now that I built relationships with my brothers and father, I want my extended family to like me. 
But would I care if they didn't like me? No, not really. Okay, maybe a little bit. 
But what if I forgot one of their names after they introduce themselves? I mean can you blame me? There are a lot of names to memorize. 
I wore a white, long, graceful dress, with a tiered ankle-grazing skirt and short puff sleeves that can be worn on or off-shoulder. Its airy cotton poplin composition makes it perfect for every day, but its feminine silhouette can be easily dressed up with heels and statement jewelry that I put on. 
I felt my hands sweating so I placed them on the fabric of my dress. Holy hell, why am I acting like this? 
"Hey, are you okay?" My twin asked me concerned. 
"Yep. I am fine." 
"Awe. Is my little sister nervous?" Ale teased me.
"Shut the fuck up. Firstly, you are only older than me by a few minutes. Secondly, of course, I am not nervous. Why would I be?" I rolled my eyes not giving him the satisfaction of riling me up.
"Sure. But seriously, Bells. They miss you a lot and you do have to worry about them not liking you 'cause they already fucking love you." He reassured me, his tone serious for once.  
The doorbell rang, the sound echoing through the entire house. 
"They are here. Come down kiddos." I heard papa yell from downstairs. 
"I can't believe he still calls us kiddos. We are fucking seventeen." Ale huffed annoyed as we walked together out of my room. 
"Well, if you stop acting like a fucking kid maybe you will start being treated like a seventeen years old." I smugly said.
"Oh shut the fuck up." He lightly punched my right arm making me return the gesture but without holding back which caused Ale to stumble back whining because of the pain. 
When we reached the living room, the big family that waited there couldn't go unnoticed. Holy shit. They look like fucking models. 
"Oh, mio Dio! Arabella, you have grown so much." A woman who I assumed was my aunt said not holding back her tears. She looked absolutely breathtaking and would have never guessed that she was a mother. 
"I am Alyssa. Your aunt." She muttered in my ear as she hugged me. 
Once she pulled back I was enveloped in another hug "How much we missed you." She cried out "Shit, sorry I forgot. I am Valentina." 
"Ma belle, you look so much like your mother." The last woman said as she approached me and pulled m toward her. She was a tall blond that looked like she just walked out of a magazine. She didn't look any older than thirty. I didn't miss the hind of the French accent in her voice. 
"I am Amelia" She introduced herself, saying her name in a frenchly way. 
"You have a French accent." I couldn't help but point out.
"Attentive just like her." She chuckled "I am your mother's cousin from her father's side." She informed me.
"Oh. Well nice to meet you all." I offered the three women a smile.