Chapter 2 The Arrival

Evelyn.

The morning sunlight infiltrated the room through the window, its warm rays rousing me from my slumber. I reluctantly pried my eyes open, only to have them promptly shut again in protest against the intrusive light.

Letting out a disgruntled sigh, I buried my face in the pillow, hoping to shield myself from the unwelcome morning.

Mornings. Ugh! I despised them with a passion.

Even more than my periods.

Groaning, I finally dragged myself out of bed, deliberately averting my gaze from the blinding sun, I stumbled my way to the bathroom. As usual, I brushed my teeth at a tortoise's pace, trying to delay the inevitable start of the day.

As usual, I brushed my teeth at a tortoise's pace and took a shower. I made sure to scrub away any remnants of sleep, unwilling to risk looking like a ghost amidst the uncertainty of potential guests.

While the gathering had mostly been arranged amongst family members, I vaguely recalled my dad mentioning a few of his friends being invited, too.

I included a few of my friends who would come a day before the wedding day.

I dried my hair and threw on a casual spaghetti-strap tank top and shorts before venturing out of the room. The mansion seemed eerily quiet, signalling that no guests had arrived yet. However, as I made my way towards the kitchen, I couldn't help but overhear fragments of conversation between Dad and Clara, their voices carrying through the stillness of the house.

"Good morning, lovebirds," I greeted with a smile as my eyes fell on Dad and Clara. They were preparing breakfast, with Clara seated at the counter and Dad taking charge as today's chef. "Good morning to you too, sweetheart," They responded in unison.

"So, what's on the menu, Mr. Chef?" I playfully inquired, walking closer to them and stealing a glance at the pan.

"Pasta, apparently it's the only thing I know how to cook well," Dad replied with a hint of self-deprecating humour in his voice. This remark elicited a small chuckle from both Clara and me.

"Well, that's not a problem at all. You're still the best," I giggled, hugging him from the side.

"Finally, you're admitting it, huh?" Dad chuckled, returning the embrace and planting a tender kiss on my forehead.

"I've never denied it, though," I giggled, "By the way, I'm sorry for joking about packing you in a suitcase the other day. I didn't mean it, really." I kissed his cheek, and he let out a gentle laugh before reciprocating with a smooch on my left cheek.

"I know," He ruffled my hair, "You are still too childish to commit a crime like that."

This made another laugh tear from my throat.

"All love for Dad, huh?" Clara's dramatically sad voice interrupted and my eyes shifted to her direction, "Nobody loves me."She melodramatically declared, averting her eyes from me, as if to express a hint of resentment. I could notice the small frown that'd appeared on her lips.

Unable to resist the opportunity to tease her, I walked over to Clara with a grin on my face. "Oh, come here, my drama queen," Laughing I wrapped my arms around her and planted a kiss on her cheek.

I watched as she tried to maintain an unruffled expression, but a smile inevitably made its way to her lips, and she hugged me back.

Dad and call me a drama queen, huh? That's not fair, Evie,"

you know, he needs affection," I mused and she burst

teasing threat, "Remember, little lady, that's definitely going

of functions and travels to various locations, I did

forgotten that I don't need any money for this entire period," I pointed out, reminding him of his

I couldn't hold onto my laughter anymore and the same went for Clara,

his eyes and focused his attention on cooking again but this time with a small frown that took its place

was indeed

cute, Samuel," she giggled as she pinched

where she left a slight pink

bear," She tapped Dad's nose and this only seemed to increase Dad's irritation, evident by the

maintain his faux sternness, though a

voice brimmed with mischief. It was a familiar dynamic between the two of them, one that I had grown accustomed to over the years. However, at this moment, with the hungry rats in my stomach causing

if they continued their playful banter for too long, I would be

enough of the family circus for today," I decided to speak up, "I'm starving, and

chest, asserting herself. "You

for a moment, but he soon shifted his attention back to the task at hand, resuming his cooking

the refrigerator to grab some orange juice. As I raised the bottle to my mouth, I took a satisfyingly big gulp, allowing the tangy flavour to awaken my taste

the guests have

voice trailed off as a familiar yet foreign voice resonated from right behind me, sending chills

morning, everyone," the voice said, unmistakably the voice of the

in my chest, and the room suddenly felt devoid of oxygen, despite the gentle breeze coming

me. I was too petrified to

Clara greeted

Dad asked casually, not bothering to look up from his cooking, unaware of

gaze on me as

silence, and my worst imagination became a

couldn't entirely blame him; the last time he saw me, I was just fifteen years old. These past five years had transformed me in ways I

recognize her?" Dad chuckled, finally glancing at Jacob. I, too, mustered the courage to look at Jacob Adriano, and...

The same devilishly handsome jawline, the full, tempting lips, and those bewitching green eyes

casually on his face. And

accentuated his sculpted muscles and paired with trousers, he could easily

had to hold my breath so that the

made his lips part in what

heavily dumbfounded," She was so little

but still capable enough to

time flies. Doesn't it?" Dad began," Evelyn, did you fail to

smile and shook my head. "No, I recognized him. Unlike me, he hasn't changed even a little bit. He looks the same as before." The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. I tried not to let my gaze linger on Jacob for too long, but my eyes seemed to have a mind of their

was a flicker of something in Jacob's green eyes upon my words, and perhaps because of

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