This is book two in the Lost&Found Series but can be read as a stand alone.
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I heard the bag drop on the table before he grabbed my elbow and spun me around. His hand cupped my chin as he made me look in his eyes.
"So much anger, piccola raggaz...
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"How could she?!" I asked.
"She can, Ian. There's nothing holding her back." She stated.
"Yet." I added.
"Maybe." She shrugged casually.
I shook my head and continued to drive towards the venue. Today was mom and dad's anniversary and we were celebrating it at one of our hotels.
I stopped the car outside the hotel and threw the keys towards the approaching valet and rounded the car to open the door for Cara.
"What did you get them?" she asked hooking her arm with mine.
"Hearing aid since they can't hear us over their constant arguing." I joked.
She laughed and shook her head as we went inside. We took the elevator and pressed the button for seventh floor.
"Shut up." Cara said all of a sudden.
I looked at her in a weird way and she chuckled in response, "Sorry, the voice in my head was telling me how dumb you are when it comes to love." She told.
I scoffed at her, "Right."
The elevator dinged indicating that we have reached and Cara nudged my shoulder while pointing in the direction of mum and dad who were busy gazing in each other's eyes.
I rolled my eyes with a small smile. Mom and dad had always been the most ideal couple for Cara, Chris and I as we grew up watching them fight, argue but also endlessly love each other at the end of the day. And I am sure that at least at one point, all three of us had wished to have what they have. As for Bella, I am sure she would have the same thoughts as well.
"Happy anniversary, mom and dad." Cara and I greeted simultaneously.
"Thank you." They replied hugging us one by one.
"Where's Chris?" I inquired.
"He is with his friends in the food corner." Mom replied pointing in the said direction.
I shook my head following her gaze and indeed he was standing there, talking with his friends and with a cinnamon roll stuffed in his mouth.
As soon as he sensed that I was looking at him, his head turned in my direction and he quickly swallowed the last bite and wiped his mouth before coming in our direction.
Mom and dad laughed at his antics as he walked with his head down. A smile threatened to break out on my lips but I held it back. As soon as he was in our reach, I held him by the ear and twisted it.
"When will you grow up?" I asked.
"I don't know but can you please leave my ear? My girl friends are watching." He pleaded.
I chuckled and released him saying, "Don't eat everything."
"He will eat everything, Ian. He always eats all my pop tarts." We heard a cute babyish voice.
