Lost and Found

XII

Alessandra's POV

When the car dropped us off at the front door from the plane, I started to feel a little sick. Not from not knowing where I am, but from the fact that I was standing in front of a large house, that obviously I'm about to know more about, and Domenico kept his hand on the lower part of my back as we all ascended the stairs to the front door; Bailey and I in the front, with Domenico slightly behind and to the left, with his hand on my back. He reached around in front of us, and opened the door. I'm almost certain my jaw broke from hitting the floor when it fell open. I gazed at the interior of the house. This is incredible. For that split second, I felt great. No nervousness.

"Good afternoon!" I looked ahead of me to find a man who looked similar to Domenico. He was tan, with black hair that was slicked back, and brown eyes. He looked almost identical to Domenico, just older. I smiled back at the man, and made a slight nod that said hello. "My name is Antonio Costa." Yup, it is him. "I am Domenico's father." I smiled and struck out my hand for him to grab. He kindly shook it, and smiled back. Then he shook Bailey's hand. He nodded towards Domenico. "Figliolo, posso parlarle, per favore?" (1). Domenico nodded his head and followed his father out of the room.

"What did he say?" Bailey leaned over and asked me.

"He was asking if he could speak with Domenico." I replied. She made an Oh sound and started looking around until we heard another voice.

"Good afternoon, ladies." Wait, what the hell? "My name is Giovanni," my eyes are not working correctly. "I am friends with Domenico." This isn't real. "I own this house and I just wanted to welcome you and give you a tour." This dude has been in my dreams! What the f... I was snapped out of my thoughts when Domenico whispered something in my ear.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked Domenico.

"I asked if you were okay. You look like you saw a ghost."

"Yup, I think I did." I walked up to Bailey as we started the tour. "Can I wks you a psychological question?" I asked Bailey.

"Uhh, why?"

"Because you took psychology in high school."

"Yeah, cause the teacher was hot."

"Wait, is that how you got an A in that class?" I smirked.

"No," she hit my arm, "it was actually kind of interesting."

"Then answer this freaking question!"

"Fine, what?"

"Can you see people in your dreams that you've never seen before?"

"No, you can't. If you don't recognize the person in your dreams, it could be because you only took a glimpse of the person on the street. But still, you can't have a dream with a person you've never met or seen before." I nodded my head slowly, getting more nervous. "Why?"

"I was just wondering." Well this is really weird.

I was only mostly paying attention to the tour since my mind could not figure out why this was happening. Domenico almost had a coughing attack at one of the door and I have no idea why, Giovanni and Antonio wouldn't show us one of the hallways and I have no idea why. So many questions right now.

We were finally shown to our rooms. Bailey and I were sharing a room, but it had 2 of everything except the toilet and shower, so I don't really know if it was sharing. But as soon as they told us to feel at home, I immediately went to my suit case that was dropped off by a guard, unpacked everything, and then pulled out my phone to try and get my mind off of everything. I went from Reddit, to Pinterest, to Instagram, to Tic Tok, I even went through BuzzFeed and YouTube. I have been on my phone for 2 hours right now, Bailey is probably almost all the way through her nap, and I still have this on my mind. What is going on?

Through dinner, and desert, I kept staring at Giovanni, but I couldn't figure it out. As the night went on, and it finally turned 9:30, I decided to go upstairs and watch a movie on my tablet before I went to bed. Antonio said something about how it's going to be a big day tomorrow so we should get some rest. I went up to our room, laid on my bed, and within a few minutes of watching New Girl, I started to get tired. It was lights out until tomorrow morning.

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(1) Son, may I talk to you, please?