Once I get down from the car, I took a sigh of relief. Like damn that sharp perfume she wore was all over the car seats and I almost died because of it!

Once I looked up at the house-mansion. My jaw dropped along with my backpack from my shoulder. "Damn sexy!"

Blondie whose name I just learned is Emma, rolled her eyes and walked towards the huge wooden door.

Two bodyguards, with full black getup and stone like faces, were standing in front of it.

"Who are you?" I giggled. While Emma scowled at them.

"Don't you remember me? I came a few days ago! I'm the social worker."

They stared at her blankly. I stepped beside her. "There, there, little princess. It's okay don't cry!" I cooed her like a baby.

Her eyes turn hard and a scowl formed on her face. "Shut up!"

One of the guards talks to the voice talking gadget attached to the wall beside him. A gruff voice came from it.

The guard nodded and told us to go inside. I rolled my eyes when she scoffed at the guards, I looked at the guards and smiled in gratitude.

To my surprise, the slightly older one returned.

Another pair of huge wooden gates, which by the way is bigger than the previous one, appeared In-front of us, Which had a human sensor installed in it, I guess. Cause it opened just as emma stepped In-front of it.

She stepped inside the mansion as if it's her own. Rolling my eyes at her, I followed.

Just as I stepped my foot, my jaw dropped again. White tiles greeted my converse clad feet.

While stepping slowly on each tile, to capture every inch of the furniture. On the right was a grand living room, and directly beside it, were grand stairs, made up of yellow-ish golden, stairs!

Before I could see any further, Emma walked into the living room, and so I had to follow her.

Still, in a daze with all this beautiful furniture, I didn't notice when Emma stopped walking, and I bumped into her back pretty hard that she stumbled down the two steps In-front of her, and fell face first on the ground.

I threw my head back and laughed, she was looking like a dying fish, with all her fours spread like a star fish withering outside the water, and just because of this thought I laughed even more, resting my knees on the ground and my hands on my stomach to stop the pain erupting due to laughing.

"Oh I'm so sorry to do you need any help?" I said while laughing.

She scowled at me and stood up on her own, her whole face was red and she appeared to be embarrassed.

"You! Why don't you watch where you are going?" She asked, angrily and somewhat embarrassed.

I giggled." I said sorry. I was so mesmerized by the heavenly house that I didn't saw you"

Her eyes narrowed. "You didn't saw me or you didn't bother to acknowledge my existence?" She realized her mistake cause now her eyes were wide, horrific.

I smirked. "You know me better than I do!"

Her face further heat up. "Ms. Marget." A cold and commanding voice said.

That's when I looked inside the living room, to see 7 men standing.

Emma shivered at his voice, you get what kind of shiver?

I gagged at my thought. Shaking my head left to right I stepped behind her.

The sofas were sleek white with soft blue colored cushions. The curtains covering enormous windows were in white also, with a hint of gold in it.

Lost in this beautiful furniture again, I failed to notice Emma stopping again In-front of me, and just like that, I bumped into her, resulting in her to almost almost toppling over it.

I quickly stepped beside her and started whistling while looking at her and there. As if I wasn't the one who bumped into her.

She quickly scrambled back to her place, with her again red face, which I think have a been reddened due to her being angry also.

I smiled at her sheepishly. "Sorry didn't saw you there."

Her scowl deepened. "Ms. Marget have a seat please."

Yet again a cold yet less commanding voice said, a guy with black hair and eyes said. Who was standing beside the guy who has brown-ish black hair and deep ocean blue eyes? Damn, he looks just like me!

I narrowed my eyes at him, he is the same guy, who with an extremely cold and commanding voice called Emma before.

Emma took a seat opposite to all of them, which result in me sitting beside her, getting tortured by her sharp and yucky perfume.

I gagged. Yet again. She glared at me, and I stuck my tongue at her.

Before she could glare again, my older twin spoke. I mock grinned at her. Ha! Take that.

"Ms. Marget." This time his voice had a hint of irritation.

Emma quickly straightened her back. "Ah, yes Mr. Valentino. This is Allegra. And Allegra they, are your brothers."

Wait that's why he looks so similar to me. I nodded, understanding.

"Thank you, Ms. Marget the rest will be discussed with you in my office."

My eyes widened. "You even go to the office?"

All of their eyes turned to me as if asking are you serious?

"Of course! Allegra. He does! Unlike you, who doesn't do anything besides using others' money."

I tsked. "Oh, I thought that's what you do! But never mind." I smirked.

Her eyes widened at that and went red. Still glaring at me, she said; "I'll take my leave, Mr. Valentino."

She quickly took her purse and exited the house.

Now, that I'm alone with them I turned towards them. To my surprise, they were already looking at me. That scared the shit out of me!

"Jesus! I almost shit my pants. Don't do that again." I said while placing a hand over my heart.

"Anyway, you must already know me, I'm the Awesome pretty Allegra." I flipped my hair.

When none of them reacted, I tsked. "Damn! You guys are stone!" Muttering I stood up.

"Come on, now you guys introduce yourselves."

The guy with light brown hair and pretty blue eyes smiled at me and said. "I'm Alexander, and 19 years old."

A throat was cleared. "Let me guess you are Alessandro?" Before he could speak I did.

He frowned with a stoic face, and let me tell it wasn't a pleasant site.

"Emma has a crush on you, she kept saying oh my god the twin with dark hair is so handsome awwwwwwwww," I said with a high pitched voice and rolled my eyes at the end.

Another guy, with black hair and black eyes, laughed while slapping his thighs.

"Oh my God! She sounds like her!" He said while wiping his stray tear. "Anyways, I'm Matteo. 21."

I like him.

"I'm Antonio. 23." A gruff yet soft voice said. Antonio is the same guy who called Emma the second time.

"I'm Marco and he is my twin Rocco, 18." Oh, another pair of twins. Nice.

They both have shaggy brown hair and light brown eyes. The last guy the coldest one and my look-alike spoke.

"I'm Leonardo. 23."

My eyes lit up, but before I could speak he did. "No! I'm not DiCaprio, I'm a Valentino and so are they and you."

I grinned at him. And nodded. "I wasn't going to say, DiCaprio."

His eyes narrowed. "Don't lie." My brows furrowed at their own and formed a scowl on my face. "I'm not. I was going to say never mind you don't look like him."

We had a bit staring contest when I declared. "I don't like you."

Antonio breaks the silence with a small chuckle. "Okay, bambino! Let me show you your room so that you can freshen up and come down for lunch."

I looked up at him, with my infamous puppy eyes, since he stood up and walked towards me."Can we eat please? I promise I'll do all that whatever you said after eating." I crossed my fingers at my back.

He looked at me pretty shocked but nodded anyways. I fist bump in the air and muttered a yes and drag him towards nowhere, but stopped when I didn't know where to go.

He chuckled. "Remind me to give you the tour for the first and the last time."

Still holding onto his hand I asked. "What do you mean first and last?" We turned towards a corner to see a big hallway.

I suppose the others are following us also, due to some footsteps and murmurs I'm hearing.

"Because we are leaving this house."

My head whipped towards him; "what? Don't tell me you guys rent this heavenly house to show it off to that Emma, and then we are going to live somewhere else."

He chuckled. "Yes and no." When I looked at him with a questioning yet angry gaze he elaborated after giving out a chuckle. "This house is ours but we don't live here so we did rent it for a while, and since you are going to question this too I'm telling you that we live in Italy and we just came here to pick you."

I nodded my head. "Oooohhhokayyyhhh"

After what felt like 15 min we finally reached the dining table which was set up with all kinds of dishes, from pasta to pizza.

I gagged.

"You guys eat pizza?" I asked with a disgusted face. I sat on my chair, and look at their faces, to see different expressions going through their faces.

"You don't like pizza?" Rocco yelled. I winced. "Don't yell, please. And let me re-phrase that you like pizza?"

"Oh my God, you are unbelievable! I can't believe this! How the fuck do you not like Pizza?????"

I looked at Alexander, who spoke this time. "Oh my God, you are unbelievable! I can't believe this! How do you like Pizza?"

I purposely missed the curse word, when Alexander was directed a glare by Leonardo.

Alessandro chuckled. "You both not only look alike but also have the same taste."

At this, I looked at Leonardo who sat at the head of the table on my right, while on my right is Rocco, Marco, Alexander, and Alessandro, and opposite to them are Antonio and Matteo on the right Leonardo.

"I still don't like you FYI," I said while scoffing.

Multiple chuckles were heard here and there. While Leonardo remains unfazed. "Why do you look like me? It's so hard not to like you!"

He looked at me. "You look like me, Bambina!"

"I don't! You do! And stop cursing at me in whatever that language is."

"It's Italian Allegra," Marco said. I smirked at him. "So he speaks!" He instantly scowled at me.

To which Antonio told him; "Don't scowl at her. Marco!"

I stuck my tongue at him and proceed to eat my pasta. I moaned at the taste.

"You guys need to give chef kisses to the chef!"

"Why don't you give it yourself!" A fragile yet old voice said from somewhere. The voice was so soft and light that I paused to ask; "Who is speaking?"

"I am, Allegra." I still couldn't find the owner.

"Rocco! I think we need to get out of this house it's haunted." I said while looking at him.

He laughed. "Allegra there she is! Our chef Mrs. Granger."

A petite old woman in her late 50's stepped out from behind those giant chairs.

Oh.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that. I thought someone was speaking from the other room."

She chuckled. "It's okay my dear. And thankyou for complementing my food."

"Oh, you're welcome!"

{2023 words, Happy Reading!, Do tell me about my mistakes.}

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