"Hmmm." He sighed realizing the painting was bought by her mother in an action. She found the background story of the painting inspiring so she bought it. He placed his hands in every part of the painting he could reach but nothing happened. "Come on." He groaned.
He looked around but he couldn't find anything significant. 'Knowing mommy she memorized the pin and there isn't anything significant behind that door.' He thought.
He looked around again but he was extremely confused. He walked out of the hallway in disappointment Every single time he tried to figure something out of why that hallway is there he can never guess.
His mom is too smart!
He took a deep breath and looked at the chandelier in the ceiling feeling completely helpless. The fish drawn around the chandelier caught his attention. There were two fishes in the ceiling but the one on the right looked familiar to him.
'Mommy has that tattoo behind her ear! I got it!!" He got excited but then he realized that he didn't know what to do with that information. "Could it be that mommy likes fish a lot?" He wondered.
'Ugh'
"Young master is anything troubling you?" The butler asked with a frown.
"Hmm do you know anything about why we have that in our ceiling? Isn't it odd?" James asked. "Oh, Madam painted it herself when she first bought the villa. I remembered we insisted on hiring someone but she wanted to do it herself. She even put the date of the day when she painted it." He explained.
"When was that?" James asked curiously. "May second but she put a different year…..?" The butler furrowed his eyebrows. "I shrugged it off then but now that I think about it the date must be something important!"
"Ah, okay thank you. I will go back to my room now." James excused himself and ran upstairs quickly.
He opened his mother's room and opened her walk-in closet. He looked around and he spotted a small part dedicated to photos of their 3 membered family. He smiled at the memories displayed and he opened a small cabinet.
He found two albums. One was white and the other blue. He rolled his eyes at his sister and his mother's obsession with the color blue.
He flipped through the pages of the white album. The white album was the one filled with memories of him and his mother and the other was with him, his mother and Aria. That means it was made when Aria joined them.
He went through the white one because he remembered something important happened on May second.
"May 2, may 2." He kept mumbling and his expression would often soften at the pictures he schemed through. His ears turned red when he flipped through a page filled with his naked baby pictures.
"Got it!"
When he was 4 years old for his birthday he asked his mother to take him to an important place for his father and mother. Since at that time he was very desperate for a father, he would ask his mom to give him things related to his father to fulfill that void.
His mother took him to New York on May 2 and treated him to a meal in a beach Cafe. A cafe located on the beach of Long Island. She took him on a walk around the beach but he remembered how she stopped in certain places.
His eyes rounded in realization.
'Is it related to dad?'
****
The next morning,
"Hi, do you want to be friends?" A little girl with the same age as Aria asked. She had jet black hair and a pair of Dark brown eyes. She looked super adorable.
Aria frowned. "That's an amazing offer, little girl but you should go back to your group of little bullies. I'm not making friends with you brats." She declined coldly.
The girl took a step back in fear. She pursed her lips and ran back to her group of friends waiting for her.
Aria rolled her eyes. 'Do you think you can bully me? Pfft have you met my brother?'
When she thought of her brother, she puffed her cheeks. "That brat better be missing me."
She sighed and waited in the bench patiently for her mother to finish talking to the principal . For security purposes her mother told her she would be enrolled in a private school but it's filled with little brats that like bullying people.
As if having extra school wasn't bad enough her mother made her come to a school of brats.
'Brats,brats,brats. You YOU and YOU too." She glared at every kid she saw.
"Humph!"
"You don't like it here?' Adriana asked, walking towards her. Aria pouted when she saw her mom. She was wearing a green wrap-style,button-down shirt dress. 'Gosh mommy is always so pretty and….fashionable.'
'Well she is a fashion designer after all.' She shook her thoughts away and focused on her task ahead. 'Act pitiful….and action!'
"Mommy it's okay….I can handle it." She stood up and pursed her lips. She herself was wearing a button, detailed grid top and a pair of buckle belted shorts. This set was designed and created by her mother, given to her for her last birthday.
She was confident that she was the prettiest girl in this school and also the best dressed because no one in the world would ever be able to match her wardrobe. 'There are no clothes in my wardrobe with a copy. They are the only ones in this world.'
Surely, Aria is definitely spoiled by her mother!
"Haha, don't worry honey. The principal offended me just now so you won't be studying here." Adriana gave her a wink.
'Oooo, mommy being petty. I like it!' She cheered inwardly. "Really?" She asked with saddened eyes. Adriana patted her head with a smile. "We will go to another school instead."
'Ugh, why is there still school involved.' Aria sighed knowing it was better than studying in a school with spoiled brats ready to bully her as much as they can. She could already tell by the murmuring between the 'popular' girls.
She had experienced this one too many times. In the past she would get such looks all the time and why? Because she is fatherless…..
'Humph! I do though mommy is my father as well.'
Every time she met with such situations her mood would dampen.