Mindful Beauty

23) His Girlfriend

It had been a whole two weeks since the accident in Ella's home. It had also been a whole week since she and her parents had been staying with Fransisco, and Ella was already itching to leave that house.

While it had been nice to stay with her family surrounding her and always having someone in the house, Ella was slowly but surely recovering. She was actually recovering at a much faster pace than average, but she also knew that it probably had a lot to do with the fact that she was physically healthy and also mentally strong.

After speaking to her parents about moving back to her house, which took a lot of convincing, they finally agreed that her parents would help with the transition again. They had already decided that they were probably going to stay for a couple more weeks or even longer depending on how long the trail for the Vanders family took. They didn't want to leave Ella alone throughout the entire process even when they knew that she wouldn't actually be alone.

Over the course of time that they had been there, the entire office back at Kim's had gotten word of what happened to Ella and they all rushed to go see her one afternoon. The group had warmed the atmosphere and hearts of Ella's family who knew that Ella had found some good people that were her friends and seemed fiercely loyal towards her.

Now, Ella stood at the threshold of the office door where it had all went down. The room had already been cleaned and reorganized thanks to her mother and Erica who thought that a new and fresh look would do Ella good. It wouldn't be too healing to always work in the same room where she almost died. The one thing that remained in the same spot was that same, cursed, glass chandelier.

"Be careful with glass things, okay?" Her mom's voice rang from earlier that day when she called her.

"What is it?"

Ella jumped so quickly and hard, her heart skidding to a stop before working overtime to make up the skipped beat. "Mom," Ella gasped, holding her hand to heart as if she could somehow reduce some of the pain.

"Sorry, baby." Elizabeth smiled, reaching to grab Ella's shoulders. "What's the matter, though? You were staring at the room for a long time."

Ella looked back at the chandelier, knowing that no matter how healed she felt, she would never be able to stare at that glass decoration the same way.

"Can we take that out, please? We can donate it or trash it, but... I don't really want it here anymore." Ella licked her parched lips, looking away and back to her mama's comforting eyes.

"Of course, love." Elizabeth got to work, sending Ella downstairs where her Dad was reactivating her security system and camera's, all reinforced and with different companies managing different parts to ensure that no mistakes would be made again.

"Ellie, order some food, will you?" Her dad called, yawning from hunger and tiredness. They all been working hard to reorganize Ella's home for her.

Ella agreed, ordering some take-out since her refrigerator had been cleaned out since Stefanie knew that Ella wouldn't return for a while and didn't want her food to rot and stink up her kitchen and home.

Once they were all sitting around the living room, a Spanish Netflix show played while they ate comfortably until her dad cleared his throat.

"So... that Petrotti man..."

"Papá," Ella flushed, her skin becoming uncomfortably hot and pink. "Please don't."

"I can't not, honey. This is important." Timotheo laughed at his daughter's reaction.

"He's right, Ellie." Elizabeth placed a tender hand on Ella's knee. "Just tell us about him."

Ella sighed, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She knew that this moment was going to arrive, her telling her parents all about her glorious boyfriend, she just wasn't expecting it to happen so soon. Lucky for her, they weren't even asking for much.