Lowkey

Chapter 3

✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ ✰

"𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬"

The sound of my heels clicking on the glossy tiles could be heard along the quiet marble staircase as Nicolo and I descended it.

Voices in the distance, the sound of my mother's laugh, and another voice I didn't recognise were also heard.

When we got to the bottom, Nicolo put his hand on my lower back and walked us to the front doors, where everyone seemed to be waiting.

My vision had been connected with my mother, father, uncle dre, a blonde woman, and a man as we rounded the corner.

Three suited men were behind them, which I believed were bodyguards.

As we got closer to them, I scrutinised the woman's features, noticing that she appeared to be my mother's age or younger, her hair was banana blonde and trimmed to her shoulders, her frame was petite and she wore a tight-fitting short velvet red dress with six-inch heels while clinging to the man's side, but that her eyes were clearly not on the man she clung to, but rather on my father.

That made me mentally roll my eyes; it wasn't something new for us.

Then, because they had spotted our arrival, all of their attention was drawn to Nicolo and myself. I put on my famous charming smile and turned to face the two newcomers.

"Arabella, Nico, this is Lucian Agnello and his girlfriend, Melinda," Mum introduces with a smile.

"Actually, it's Melissa," The woman corrects kindly, Mum laughs and apologises to the woman, though the small glint in her eyes indicated to me she wasn't very apologetic.

"It's nice to meet you both." Lucian says.

I give him a friendly grin and let my glance wander over his features; he was a muscular man with black hair that was jelled back and a strong bone structure.

While I stood beside him, Nicolo shook his hand and introduced himself, and after Nicolo, I introduced myself to the couple.

Then, all of a sudden, the front doors open again, drawing everyone's attention to them.

My breath catches in my throat as I come face to face with maybe the most gorgeous person I've ever seen.

Now, I've seen plenty of good-looking men and women with decidedly model-like features, but this boy is by far the next level of a Greek god.

As he enters through the doors, he shows no expression on his sculpted face while he looks around.

"Ah, yes, this is my son, Roman." Lucien introduces.

Oh fuck, help me Jesus.

My gaze was drawn to his raven black hair, which was adorned with soft curls that nestled comfortably on the top of his head. Some of the curls landed on his forehead, drawing my gaze to his naturally arched brows, then to his amber eyes, which were a blend of golden brown and green.