Chapter 1:
Two little emerald, starry eyed sisters, Mila and Valentina hummed their favorite lullaby together while packing for yet another moving day. They were leaving their beautiful waterfront home in Buenos Aires, for an almost nonexistent town on the map, Forks. They're little army brats, so moving isn't really new to them. From Egypt to Milan, New York to Amsterdam, they'd seen it all. Camellia, the oldest, yet most childlike, was amped to be headed for somewhere "fresh", as she so termed it. But little Valentina was more hesitant of the idea. She'd come to love the place. She could navigate this grand palace blindfolded. The grand, cherry oak, winding staircase, the plush golden carpet in the family room and the way it felt beneath her feet when she walked, and the spacious backyard, had all become things she favored. The old Victorian-style home, with its Roman-esque tall pillars encasing the porch steps, every crack, and every creeping ivy covered wall had been burned into her young memory. But that beautiful home with all it's pretty, shining glass figures and sparkling crystals held a fair share of painful secrets anyone would be afraid to tell. Mila considered it a "catch-22" or, "double- edged sword". So there was a reluctant eagerness to the girls about leaving.
Valentina and her beloved older sister arrived at the airport an hour early, and she can hear the rumble in her stomach, and obviously so can her sister because she says,
"Let's go grab a bite to eat, bambina, I could hear your stomach a mile away."
"That sounds like a plan, sorella."
Their tinkling laughter filled the airport. They shared orange chicken and chow mein at the airports PE. They returned to gate A/5 and boarded shortly after. They were being sent to live with their aunt Italia, who's a little on the eccentric side but nonetheless a great person all together. Camellia knocked herself out before the plane even got a chance to take off, while Valentina-Azami sat awake, spirits at ease among the fluffy white clouds. Her mind lazily drifted off while giving little thought as to what her new life would be like. Touching down at Seattle Airport after what seemed like days of flying, they were greeted by a dainty, diminutive looking woman with catlike green emeralds that mirrored their own, sandy brown cascading waves, and an hour glass figure to stop midday traffic. Every male mouth within a ten-mile radius hit the floor when graced by her presence, leaving wives and girlfriends in a rage.
"Ciao, i miei amori!", her trademark high pitched voice squealed.
"Zia!", they squeaked in unison.
They ran to their aunt and hugged her tightly. "Lo ho mancato cosi tanto. Sono felice avere mie nipoti con me."
"We're happy to be here, zia ", little Aida said, looking at her aunt in fierce admiration. They drove to their new home and new life under the comforting cloak of blackened rain clouds.