Their Little Girl
Isabella Cortello-Moratti. A girl who had many dreams, all of which were ripped away from her at the age of 16 after her death. 12 heart broken brothers, all destroyed by the death of their principessa. But what will happen when a familiar someone moves to the city of LA in search for something? What will happen when secrets are revealed and families are reunited? What happens when a certain Russian boy is added to the mix?
She looked down at the ground beneath her, the beautiful flowers surrounding the cold, grey stone.
Peonies. Her favourite.
The flowers were full of joy and life, unlike the things around them.
A smile began to tug at the corners of her lips as a warm fuzzy feeling spreads throughout her body. However, it was replaced when she noticed a tear stained envelope placed on top of the flowers, scruffily tied to roots with string.
With shaky hands, the girl untied the letter and picking it up. It had clearly been there no longer than a day. She felt tears begin to flow down her cheeks as carefully opened up the letter and began reading. Tears flooded down her face as she read on.
As her mind was running at 100 thoughts a second, she tried to think straight, but it was seemingly impossible. All that was running through her head was the family she left and the letter only amplified her thoughts.
The pain of being away from her family felt unbearable despite it only having been just over a month. She felt as though they'd hate her for what happened, but some part of her knew otherwise.
They could never hate her; she was their little girl.
Did she run into a building that was about to explode? Yes.
Did she stupidly run in whilst ignoring her family calling for her? Yes. Yes she did.
Did she save someones life despite nearly ending hers? Yes. She did, but she knew her family would be proud of her for that.
She had good intentions, and she knew her family would understand that.
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