IT WAS A SMART COMBINATION, I'LL GIVE HER THAT. BUT EASY if you have a mind like mind. She simply noted her name Khloe A. in numbers. ABC is with 2, DEF is with 3, GHI is with 4, JKL is with 5, and MNO is with 6. Thus, Khloe would be 54563, and the A for Armstrong is the number 2. Easy but smart. Chiara thought, but kept a stoic face, not to let her cousin see in her face what she was thinking. "My breasts aren't that big."
"Or, but they are," Nairi exclaimed. "And they are beautiful. I know of bodies, believe me, Becca. Your have a beautiful one."
"Nairi's right," Khloe exclaimed as she surrounded Chiara's waist with the measuring tool. "And have you been exercising? How do you have such a toned body when you stay on your room all the time? Your abs are so defined, it's beautiful. And I had no idea you had a piercing in your bellybutton, it's sexy!"
Chiara couldn't hold the blush, "I did it in my 15th birthday, with my sister. Mama said we would look good with it. And of course, you didn't knew it, idiot. It's the first time you see my belly."
"You have a point. And aunt was right, you do look good with it. Nairi, write 58 centimeters for waist," then she took the tool and wrapped it around Chiara's hip softly. "89 for hips." Then she did the same on her breasts, "Aye, 89 for breasts. 68 for under breasts."
Kevin's girlfriend clicked her tongue, "Your body has quite the amazing measurements, Becca. I wonder how they were before you lost weight."
"95-60-95," she said unbothered. "Breasts, waist, hips."
Khloe gasped, as she measured Chiara's legs length. "You're not as tall as we all are, but bloody hell, your legs are long. You have 90 centimeters of legs, cousin. That is a lot. It means you have 90 of legs and 77 on the rest of your body. Not to mention that your arms are 74 centimeters long."
"You have model-ish measurements, Becca. If you put on a pair of really, really, high heels, you could easily be a model. The only point you lack for that is your height!" Nairi exclaimed in awe.
I know I'm the shortest here. They don't need to keep telling me that over, and over again. "I'm fine with my height. I don't want to be a model, so that's fine."
"Your ass is thick," Khloe mumbled. "God, you have golden genes, cousin. Seriously. You are hot, even if you lost weight, and you are incredibly talented, skilled, and intelligent." Damian has zero idea of how lucky he is. "And when did you made this tattoo on your back? It's hot."
What a flirt. "I made it on my 16th birthday. Both me and my twins got one on the same place. I made the drawings, and papa's friend who's a tattoo artist made them for us, with their permission."
Khloe turned Chiara around, pushing her long curls to her front, to show the tattoo to Nairi, who gasped, "You draw this Asian dragon? Bloody hell, Becca. Why don't you work on something that will make use of your drawing skills?"
That's literally what I'll do. She scoffed mentally.
"If you got this dragon, what did your twins choose?" Nairi asked. "Did you draw theirs too?"
"My sister went with a phoenix, while my brother opted for a dark green snake. Yes, I draw all of them. The only difference is that theirs were colored, and mine were simply black, but just as detailed."
When she saw a glimpse of something else, Khloe held Chiara's hair up in a pony tail to see the back of her neck, where she found a waning crescent moon tattooed, "Jesus, this one is beautiful." How ironic is it that both her and Damian have moon tattoos? "Did you do with someone? When did you get it?"
"We all got this one. Me, mama, papa, and my twins, on our 17th birthday. All in the same place. It was shared tattoo. But each chose a different phase of the moon. I picked the waning crescent moon because it's my favorite; and because it represents wisdom, maturity, experience, knowledge, understanding, completion, death and rebirth in it's entirety. And the idea to make this came from me!" It's almost been a year.
"Do you have more?" Nairi asked, to change the subject of her parents, knowing it must be painful. Leaning closer to the border of the bed, to take a better look at her body.
"I also have this," Chiara pushed the left side of her underwear down, to show the one in her hip, that was being covered by the black cotton. "777. It's an angel number, and a repetition of my lucky number. It means that luck is on my side, that I'm in the ultimate spiritual path, and that I should keep doing what I'm doing. It's for me to hold on my inner strength every time I look at it. To release all my fear, and to be strong at heart. For me to look forward to the future with excitement. It's means a need for solitude and rest. And it also means that wonderful things are about to happen in my life."
Khloe look at her cousin with genuine surprise, "When did you do this?" I can imagine her thinking like that. At all.
She blushed, "It was my first tattoo. I did it on the same day I did the piercing. On my 15th birthday. My siblings also got their first tattoos that day, also angel numbers, but different ones. My sister got a 444, and my brother got the 111."
My God, she's so interesting. "What do they mean?"
Chiara turned to Nairi, "444 means protection, it means that you are surrounded by angels and are being guarded on whatever you do; it means that the universe and your spiritual guardians are protecting you. Now, 111 means intuition, it's for you to trust your gut and follow your heart because that will lead you on the right path; it's for you to always focus on what you want, and solely that; and it's a reminder that thoughts creates your reality."
Wait! Didn't Damian also had an angel number tattooed on his lower back or something? "What does 888 means?"
She glared at Khloe, knowing exactly why she was asking her that. "888 means balance. It means that everything's falling into place as it's meant to be; means that you are in harmony with the universe, as much as your thoughts and actions are in harmony with each other. Also means success, wealth, and prosperity."
The last part sound like him. "Interesting."
"Back to my tattoos, I have three different runes, that are from the Mortal Instruments, a saga written by Cassandra Clare, which is also known as Shadow Hunters because of the Netflix series," when she mentioned the series, both girls got the reference. "This one," she showed the left side of her ribs, "is as rune that means strength." Then she turned and showed them her right wrist, "This one means balance, and the last rune," she showed them her left ankle, "is for me to be fearless."
"So cool!" They mumble at the same time.
"When did you got them?" Khloe asked. "Was it all at once?"
Chiara nodded, "Yeah. I got them a week after we graduated from highschool. It was like a present for going through everything. I got these, my siblings each got two. Different runes. My sister got the rune for healing and clarity, while my brother got the runes for patience and confidence. We were almost 16."
Wait, so she graduated at 15? "Didn't you graduate at 16?"
"In the year I turned 16. But as it was in June, I was still 15. Semantics. If anyone ask, I say it was when I was 16, because it's easier," Chiara rolled her shoulders, brushing it off.
"And the one in your left upper thigh?" Nairi pointed.
"Aut viam inveniam aut faciam. My last tattoo, which I got this year, in January 1st. It's a sentence in Latin, and it means 'I will either find a way, or I will make one.' Only I made this, my siblings didn't want to. It was on the day I made more two piercings in both my ears. Well, mama had the same tattoo, so you could say we were matching."