Isabelle or Belle (which is what she prefers to be called). Has had a miserable life... this is boring. Anyway, her life has sucked. I suck at writing descriptions. If you wanna read the book read it.
Belles so called parents treated her horrible a...
At that thought I wiped an imaginary tear away from my good eye.
My eye still hasn't healed even though Ezio was pretty hopeful that it would at least no longer be swollen shut.
Apparently that guy had a better hit than we had all thought.
I made my way out of the shower and curled my hair slightly. There isn't really a point of doing my hair sense I'm not going anywhere, but I like dressing up for myself.
I skipped concealing my bruises because again there is no point.
Fit Check.
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I look hot as always.
The bruise on my thigh and cut on my ribs is showing though.
I made my way downstairs and saw that all my brothers were already up.
"Close your eyes...eye," Alessio said.
"Funny," I deadpanned.
I closed my eye as he took my hand and lead me to the kitchen.
"Alessio, I've told you that an already made bowl of cereal isn't a surprise."
He let out a hum in response then stopped pulling me.
"Open," he cheered.
In front of me where a couple canvases and some really expensive gauche paints along with an easel and paint brushes.
My brothers and father surrounded the island that was holding all the things on top and each had a big smile painted on their faces.
Pun fully intended.
"Okay, now close them again," Zeno said this time.
They all lead me back up the stairs and down the hall way past my bedroom.
We turned the corner passed the last bedroom that was occupied by my brothers and continued down the guest bedroom hall.
They opened the last bedroom door which in my opinion was the nicest guest bedroom. It has beautiful floor to ceiling windows on two of the walls that faced out towards the garden and a wrap around balcony.
We stopped moving and I couldn't feel the area rug beneath my feet that is usually in this room.
"Open your eye again," Alessio told me.
I looked around the room and noticed that it was stripped from the decorations and furniture besides the black couch that was in here before, but that was now against the wall near the entrance.
The walls were now white instead of the black they used to be painted with and the hard wood floor was now fully exposed.
