The Missing Princess

8: Home

Chapter 8

-Isabella Di Luca-

"You could've eaten the whole cake on the plane, tesoro. I would buy you many more chocolate and strawberry cakes even if it's not your birthday." Enzo told me as he continued to hold my hand while we sat together in his fancy car. On my other hand, I was holding the box of my half-eaten cake in my lap.

"I-Izzy wa-wants to share c-cake with b-brothers. Izzy l-loves this cake, and ma-maybe brothers w-would also l-love cake!" I excitedly exclaimed, feeling so happy, nervous, and excited to meet my other brothers.

I really hope they like me. I promise to try my best to be a good girl so that they like me. I am a good girl with my oldest brother, and thankfully, so far, he's been nothing but nice to me, so hopefully it will be the same with my other brothers.

Also, regarding the cake, it's really impossible for me to finish any kind of meal, even this yummy cake. The bad man doesn't really let me eat that much; he would only give me leftovers at the end of the day, and that's it. I guess my tummy has gotten used to eating small portions of food, and if I eat any more than that, I feel myself getting sick. Enzo doesn't know this, and I don't plan on telling him about it, or he would be really disappointed with me. I don't want him to think I'm just wasting food and being ungrateful.

"That's very kind of you, Izzy. I'm sure your brothers will love your cake." Enzo turned his head to look down at me with a beautiful smile on his face and kissed the top of my head, looking proud of me for some reason.

I just really like sharing!

Even though no one really shared anything with me before, it doesn't matter as long as the other people are happy, and I'm happy too.

I smiled in contentment and turned my head to look outside the car window beside me, happily looking at the buildings and houses we were passing by. It's already late in the afternoon. Bruno, Enzo's driver, was driving us to our home; that's what Enzo calls it anyway. I can't really call it my home just yet, but I would really like it to be. I've longed to have a place I can call my home since I was a little girl.

Anyway, as far as I can see, Sicily is truly beautiful, filled with unique and beautiful attractions everywhere, and the whole drive we've passed many wonderful blue beaches and white sands I hoped I could go to. I've never been to a beach before. But Enzo promised that he would take me to one soon; he also told me that we have our own swimming pool in our house where I can swim if I want, and he also promised to teach me how to swim when I told him I didn't know how. I've happily been smiling since then.

Enzo said this place, Italy, is my true home. Russia, where Unkie and Kiri live, can also be my home, but Italy is where I was born and lived three years of my life before I was sadly taken. I still haven't asked him why I was taken or who took me. I have a very strong dislike for the person who took me because they took me away from my home, from my brothers, and from my family. I don't know what my three-year-old self must have done bad for them to take me away. Maybe if they hadn't taken me, I would've lived my whole life here with my family at our home, where I would've been safe, loved, and cared for. Maybe if they hadn't taken me, I wouldn't be so broken and used.

I was snapped out of my dark and sad thoughts when my big brother squeezed my hand. It was only then that I realised that the car had finally stopped and we were in front of a huge castle-like house outside.

"Wow."

"We're here, principessa." Enzo chuckled. He unbuckled his seatbelt first, and while he was helping me unbuckle mine, the car door beside him opened, with Bruno outside holding the door, his head bowing down.