Chapter 4: "Weekend with friends 1/3"
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Proposal:
I'm in the room on my bed, it's 3 A.M. and I can't stop thinking about what Markus told me today, are they really brothers? How could they be brothers? Were they raised by different families? I still can not believe it.
"Hey, are you awake?" I ask.
"Hanshsjhtg" Abi tells me.
"Lojajeb" Sofi answers me.
Apparently they are not because they could not articulate a word. I'm hungry so I'm going to go eat, even though I don't feel like getting up. Yes, I'm going to keep sleeping.
"Hey, get up" I hear them say to me and they move me.
"What do you want?" I say hoarsely.
"It's Saturday, classes haven't started yet and we can do whatever we want. We had planned to go to the city to our house, are you coming?" Abi asks me.
"Yes, but wait for me to have breakfast, take a bath, change and finally wake up. Or the other way around, but you guys understood me".
"Come on lazy" Sofi tells me.
After breakfast I bathed and put on a broken blue jean, a white crop top, a gray knee-length long-sleeved jacket, and sandals. Sofi put on a blue jean, a natural long-sleeved shirt with buttons on the chest, and sandals. And finally, Abi put on a light torn jean, a muscular white T-shirt and sandals.
We are really sexy.
I agree with you Roberta, we are f*****g sexy.
If I'm not mistaken, this is the first time you agree on something with me.
Because you said something about which you are right.
It's true, thank you.
Oh thanks to you.
"Is she still alive again?" Abi asks as she runs her hand over my face to which I laugh.
"Let's go?" I ask.
"Let's go!" the twins answer at the same time, the three of us roll our eyes at the same time and then we laugh. We should get used to this.
And here we are already inside the house of the twins, which is a very large mansion. Apparently we arrived just to be able to settle in and have dinner. I am amazed by the house, it is huge and totally beautiful
"Did she die again?" Sofi asks.
"I didn't die girls, but her house is ... wow. I don't know, just wow" they laugh at my comment but I still see every detail.
"Come on Izzy, let's go inside. Mom must be waiting for us. Abi, did you tell him she was coming?"
"Yes, if you don't worry, I told her that Bella was coming. Now, are we going to stay out here meditating or are we going to enter once and for all?"
"What a good mood girls, the truth is that you need an award" I say sarcastically in case it had not been noticed.
Upon entering we are greeted by a middle-aged woman with short dark brown oil paintings and black eyes.
"Hello Nana" say the girls.
"Hello my naughty, I missed you. And tell me, who is this beautiful lady?" she asks as he walks towards me.
"Yes, Nana she is Izzy, Izzy she is Nana. She has known us since we were born, and she even changed our diapers" says Sofi introducing us.
"Nice to meet you ..."
"Nana, tell me Nana dear".
"Nice to meet you Nana, you can tell me Isabella, Izzy or Bella, as you like best" I answer, shaking her hand.
"Come here Bella, you're like another naughty if you're friends with my girls" she says hugging me and suffocating me at the same time.
"Juliet, have the girls arrived yet?" asks a woman going down the stairs. She is very pretty, blonde hair among the girls and gray eyes from what you can see.
When the girls saw her, they ran to hug her and almost fell, but they continued with their embrace.
She looks like the typical mom who works all day in the office or travels for months and hardly sees her children but at the same time very modern.
I think the same Roberta, I think the same.
"That woman is a fighter" Nana or Julieta tells me, I look at her with a confused face and apparently she understands. "The girls' father died in a car accident before the twins were born, she raised them alone with my help. She works all day and sometimes had to travel, but she always found a place to play and listen to her daughters".
>> "She made this dinner because she wants to introduce you to a man she's been dating for quite a few days in a row, but I honestly don't know how they'll take it. I hope you can help them with whatever they need, I'm old enough for night talks and sleepovers".
>> "Don't tell them what I told you" she tells me and I pretend to lock my mouth. "Well, this hug will last a few minutes ... can you help me start dinner?"
"Of course Nana, just tell me what to do and I'll do it with pleasure. My mom always wanted me to help with food".
"Well, I hope you feel at home, come".
I guide myself down a corridor full of photos of the girls when they were little and their mother, whose name I don't seem to know.
Ask Nana.
It is true.
"Nana, a question" I say and she nods her head. "Sorry but the girls didn't tell me, what is the name of the girls' mother?"
"I had to forget something ... her name is Emma Collins".
That name sounds familiar to me but I can't remember where from. When turning in a corridor I ran into someone, lately this is becoming a habit, something of the day to day.
"Arantxa?" I ask when I see well who I hit.
"What are you doing here Isabella?" my sister asks me, who apparently changed a lot, I would say.
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