Natalia
The taxi drops us off in front of a house that you would only see in movies. "Wow, this place is incredible," I say. "Natalia," Mia elbows me. "Put your eyes back. You act like you've never seen a mansion," If only Mia realized that I had never seen a house this big in person. This house looks bigger than the Whitmore's. If that was a mansion, this is a castle. "Follow me, and stop acting weird," I frown. "I am not weird," she sighs and waves me off like I am a problem she can't deal with right now. I wonder if Mia would feel differently about me if she knew where I lived and who my mother really is.
"Mia Johnson, and my plus 1," she tells the man standing at the gate with a clipboard. He takes Mia in, then his eyes turn to me. They travel down my body, then back up. He tells us
