Arabella Cattaneo POV

It was New Years and we were having a small gathering with some of Lena's extended family. They hadn't come yet but they had told us that they were arriving in an hour because of the fucking traffic.

Lena and I were getting ready in her room, still looking for dresses. We were standing in towels, pacing around her huge closet. We had done our makeup prior.

"Oh! Lena! Try this one on!" I squeal, handing her a light pink spaghetti strapped dress that was made of silk and would compliment her beautiful tan skin.

"I love it! Oh my fucking god! I love it!" She exclaimed, turning around and looking in the mirror. She suddenly frowned.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I coo as she leans into me.

"Seb and dad probably won't let me wear this but it's so hot!" She whines.

"It's fine. I'll handle it. You are 17! Wear what you want." I calm her.

"Okay. Oh! What about your dress? We need to hurry! We still need to do our hair!" She panicked, looking through her dresses.

"Oh! Try this on now!" She pushes a black dress to my chest.

I put it on, loving the look it gave my figure.

"Holy fucking shit! We are gonna be the hottest ones there." Lena giggled.

"Yea, just let's do our hair and makeup real quick." I smile at her.

She quickly blow dried her hair, putting on some concealer, eyeliner, mascara, blush and lipstick and gloss.

I did a natural look and pink lips, quickly finishing up a email I needed to get done.



We spent the rest of our time waiting until we realized we were almost late to the party.

I put on my resting bitch face, already wanting to jump into my bed and watch miraculous ladybug.

Selena and I stopped at the door way, she gave me a small pep talk about how her family would love me when they met me.

A few seconds later a whistle was heard and we turned around to see Jordan in a light purple dress shirt, his black pants tucked in.

"Damn! If I wasn't gay, I'd fuck both of you. On the other note, y'all look like fucking goddesses." He laughed.

"Thank you and thank you! Let's go okay?" Lena sighed, plastering her usual bright smile in her face.

When we walked in, Cami and Matti were chatting with two older people.

The grandparents?

They noticed us and the old lady and the old man came over, hugging Selena, kissing her on each cheek.

She greeted them back, giggling lightly.

"Who is this beautiful lady and this handsome young man?" The grandma raised a brow and her husbands face hardened.

"These are my best friends. Jordan Ait and Arabella Cattaneo. No. They aren't using me for money. Trust me. They're rich." She exaggerated, making hand signs to explain.

"Guys, these are my grandparents, Elena and Alejandro! My grandpa might not like you at first but trust me, if my dad likes you, he will love you." She whispered into mine Jordan's ears.

"So, what about your parents?" Elena question, a curious look on her face.

"We don't know them." Jordan frowned, Elena started apologizing profusely.

"It's fine, we've never let ourselves get to sad about them. They left us." I smiled at her thoughtfulness.

"Good. You shouldn't get sad over people who don't give a shit about you." Alejandro looks back at me.

"What the hell are you two wearing?" Matti glared.

"They're clothes. Plus we are both 17 and 18 so it's fine. We aren't leaving the house." I reply, waving my hands.

"She's right, son. Plus they look amazing so I wouldn't let them change anyways." Elena smirked at us.

"I don't mind if they change." Alejandro grumbled but was quickly agreeing with his wife when she muttered something in his ear.

"You remind me of someone." Elena muttered, staring at me.

My eyebrows furrowed, "Who?"

"An old friend." She sent me a smile. "Arabella, are you sure you don't know your family? Like at all?" She added.

"Yea. For as long as I can remember, I've only been at the academy and then we left it." I answered truly.

"Okay. Just wondering." She giggled.

When Matti was going to say something, the door bell rang, and he grumbled curses under his breath, getting up to attend the door.

A few seconds later we turned our heads to a loud whistle. "Maldita sea, ¿por qué está fuera de los límites?" One of the teen boys said, others agreeing by nodding their heads. [Damn, why is she off limits?]

"Por que yo dije." Matti replied. [Because I said so.]

"She's really pretty." A 8 year old girl muttered, her brown hair in waves and her sparkly purple dress flowing down.

"We know, hermana." Her brothers replied. Jordan was snickering uncontrollably at this point.

"Thank you." I smiled at her as she came towards me.

"Are you real?" She poked my leg.

"Okay. Jordan, Arabella, this is my younger brother Samuel and his wife Olivia, their three sons, Andre, Fernando and Carlos and their daughter, Maria." Matti said, pointing to each one of the family members as I waved at Maria and patted her head.

She was so cute.

We were going to start talking when the doorbell rang. Again.

"Santiago?"