Chapter 6

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----------Around 7 pm-------------

Knock. Knock.

"Go away," I groaned.

"Sorella, it's almost time for dinner." someone said.

"I'll be down in ten."

Silence. Then I heard the person retreating into the hallway.

Bye bye.

I tried to sleep.

I flipped left then right.

Urghhhh. I think I slept too much today.

I got up and went for a quick shower.

I still can't believe this is real.

AHHHH there's a bathtub.

"Don't go anywhere, I'll come back." I said it and quickly put on a comfy outfit.

I got lost wandering around the house. I walked along corridors to hallways and saw many cameras.

A normal person wouldn't have noticed it but as a trained assassin, it was obvious to me.

I wandered back to the place that led me back to the main door.

I have a photographic memory but you can't expect me to find somewhere I've never gone.

Ya know?!

hUh where's the kitchen??

And where's all the brothers?

Why is this whole house sooooo empty???

Footsteps.

I turned.

FINALLY SOMEONE.

"Hey bestie, any idea where the kitchen is?" I asked the guard.

He stared at me. "Kitchen workers and maids should be there by 5."

He looks like he's in his twenties.

Rude. Do I look like a maid?

"I should be having dinner with my brothers but screw them, they didn't even tell me where the kitchen is."

Guardy's eyes widened.

"Oh you're- you're their sister, Lucia." he half sluttered.

"Yea... sooo kitchen?"

"It's actually the dining room."

"What?! Holy cows they have a room for the dining room? How rich can they still be??" I said to no one.

I mean yea they're probably in the mafia but like this rich? Is that even possible?

They're like kids

How can kids be so rich?

Where's mum and dad?

"Well, I could lead you there if you wouldn't mind." Guardy said.

"Yes, please."

I followed the guard.

"Hey what's your name?" I asked as we walked through a corridor.

I feel like I'm in a palace.

Wait, I basically am.

Cool.

So cool.

Guardy gulped beside me. "It-it's Aaron."

"Please don't tell your brothers what happened. I don't wanna get fired." he mumbled quickly.

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