Chapter 2 - My first meet

She opens the door and Yvonne looks her stunning room. Big enough for the one who was used to the orphanage hole and the cold benches. She penetrates in, presses the switch, and the space lights up at one. The gold chandelier on top of it making the large wooden wardrobe look more glamorous. She leaves the suitcase on the floor and turns all her attention to the king-size bed. Many comforts she thinks as she looks back at the landlady.

<< Do you like it?>> she anxiously waits for the young woman's voice to come out, but she just nods in the affirmative. She doesn't really talk to her. She doesn't ike all of this situation.

<< Let me show you the kitchen, which is under your control, because on the phone you told me you knew how to cook>>

<< No, no, I can. >>> leave the room as they close the door behind them and after crossing the large living room they go out into the huge kitchen.

The benches wooden, beautiful and large able to embrace any material. Every utensil in this house makes cooking easier than the girl knew in the orphanage. The oven next to the fourth counter and the silver fridge at the other end. A tall table in the middle with three stools around it. Probably for their breakfast.

<> the woman approaches her as her brown eyes warm for a moment the frozen soul of the girl but she raises her walls directly to isolate herself again. Her goal is all that's on her mind now.

<> she smiles innocently, sweetly, and she is reassured when two male voices interrupt the women's conversation.

<> a young man resents it, and then they walk into the kitchen looking at the young girl in surprise, in the frayed clothes by the counter.

Yvonne is upset by the black-haired man with the green, beautiful eyes but quickly turns away from his gaze by facing again the spotless floor.

< says the green-eyed man and leaves a tender kiss on his mother's temple while still looking at the young woman.

<> he caresses them both in the hair and the blond man is supposedly really angry. But he loves her like his second mother, no matter how many times he spoils his dazzling hairstyle. Unlike his best friend, he doesn't have the same opinion of the new girl, whose orange hair pulls him the most. It's like a work of art.

<< Lady Andrianopoulou, you're doing something. Jason doesn't want to come to the party.>> the blond complains to the mother of the black-haired and Yvonne looks at them like spoiled rich children, a view that does not reveal to win the favor of everyone in here.

<> The young man's mother is trying to change his mind, but he doesn't seem convinced.

<< Leave Diamantis because in addition to my refusal you will accept my bouquet>> He threatens him, and the blond man makes an alleged bow in front of the females leaving the beautiful house. Jason looks at Yvonne, surprised at her existence.

<> she smiles at him sluggishly as she offers him her frozen palm which he accepts thinking only of the ways his mother has taught him.

<> she tells him in her soft, melodic voice, and he looks at her thoroughly, struggling to perceive the feelings behind her gaze, but she can't. She's the first person he doesn't have the ability to read. Which makes him more confused. He retreats and leaves heading to his favorite place, the gym.

<> whispers the lady of the house in Yvonne as they watch the handsome young man walk away from the kitchen. Yvonne distributes positively to reassure her, and then she informs her that she will be thrown into a friend's house.

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<< Indeed.>> says the girl and the woman disappear leaving her alone with the men of the house. She wonders, however, when the daughter, whose existence she knew before she came home, will arrive at the house.

She closes her eyes for a while and tightens her palms more ready to face in a short time the man, who created her new character. The one who was just staring at the deaths of two people and never dared turn it over to the police. That coward who hates her more than anything in her life.

Yvonne

I grab the sachet from the high shelf and pour it into the hot water so that its properties can fill the floral cup. I take it into my own hands and move to the second floor, as the woman in the house informed me of that office. The marble staircase turned to the highest floor, carved in certain places, draws my attention. In both hands I squeeze the cup well and for my bad luck in the long corridor I almost collided with another mass.

I bring the glass object to my chest and look at these beautiful seductive eyes of the family boy. A few drops drip up to the bottom of his linear belly and the white towel hides the controversial parts of his body. I swallow with difficulty, as this is the first time I have seen a man's body in such close proximity, and indeed of a boy on my list of bosses. I automatically take a step back to distance myself as much as I can from the vanilla aroma he used in his bathroom.

<< I'm sorry I didn't see you>> I apologize directly with my head down and he's going to get my attention. His black hair drips more as he sinks his fingers between his tufts to remove them from his forehead; our eyes cross. I feel so uncomfortable for the first time.

My goal, my goal.

I repeat to forget his charming form. He's just handsome, nothing more. I'm sure he's as heartless as his father. Automatically the hatred I've been nourishing all these years is beating the young man in front of me. But I hide it with an innocent smile.

<< Okay, I wasn't paying any attention.>> And with those few words, he walks away, heading to the first door on the right, next to his father's office, logically to his personal space. I close my eyelids for a second and continue my direction. Let go of the tea before it freezes.