Adopted

Chapter 32

Everything seemed to go in slow motion and at that moment I was aware of everything and everyone around me.

Jade was holding her breath and so was Devin, everyone anticipating to meet who was behind the door. Jasper's hand gently squeezing mine was the only thing keeping me sane at that moment.

Dante pushed the door open and my heart left my chest for a second. The first thing I saw were those green eyes that just couldn't leave my dreams and my head.

That strong connection was there once again, the comfort was there and my nerves relaxed a bit. His hair was pushed back and he spotted a stubble on his cheeks.

"Please sit," Dante said gesturing to the chairs.

"Alessandra?" his deep voice rang throughout the room, his accent very clear. "perchè assomiglia tanto ad Allesandra?" (why does she look so much like Allesandra?) His eyes stayed on me, watching my every move.

Who the hell is Allesandra?

"Gio meet Jasper Vanderwaal, Jade Peters, Devin Bates and Jemma, your daughter." Dante introduced us and my eyes found my father's.

Surprise filled his eyes and he turned to look at Dante, "Di costa stai parlando?  Non ho figilia." (what are you talking about? I have no daughter).

"dici diciotto anni fa, Allesandra era incinta perte quindi è scappata. Questa è sua figilia, tua figilia." (you do, eighteen years ago Alessandra was pregnant for you so she ran away. This is her daughter, your daughter)

Eighteen years ago? I'm seventeen years not eighteen. And who is Alessandra for crying out loud?

My father gripped the table, anger radiating off of him, "Alessandra era incinta per me?" (so Alessandra was pregnant for me?)

"si " (yes)  Dante nodded.

"aspetta, aspetta. Primo chi è questo Alesandra e secondo, Mia madre è Mia Ferrari e non Alessandra." (hold on, hold on. First who is this Alessandra and second, my mum is Mia Ferrari not Alessandra) I said, getting fed up with hearing the name Alessandra.

Everyone in the room turned to look at me, surprised that I could speak Italian. I sent a small smile to Jasper making him raise a brow at me. I shrugged in response.

"tu parli Italiano?" (you speak Italian?) Dante asked voicing the question everyone was so desperate to ask me.

"si, Mia mamma mi ha costretto alle lezioni Di Italiano e Francese quando ero più giovane." (yes. My mum forced me to Italian and French classes when I was younger)" I tell them, "puoi per favore smettere do confendermi?"(now can you please stop confusing me?) I threw my hands in the air.

"Please speak English," Jasper pleaded,  making all of us to chuckle, well all except my father.

"Sorry. Who did you grow up with?" Dante asked finally sitting down on the couch opposite from us.

"Mia Ferrari, my mother," I answered.

He turned to look at my father. My father stood up from this chair and sat beside Dante. "Mia can't be your mother, she's incapable of giving birth," he told me, looking straight at me.