*Yeah, so, I know I lied about the whole "tomorrow" thing, but three days is close enough. Enjoy!*

Scipio visited the Stella everyday now, and even though he came so often for Mia, the two of them didn't separate themselves from the rest of the group. Actually, the two of them were almost always with the others. Scipio was still cocky, and Mia was still sarcastic. Mia still taught Bo the guitar, and Scipio still stole things. It was just like before, except with a lot more hand-holding.

However, something was bothering Scipio. He knew all about Mia. How her dad is an ass, how her mom died, how she's dyslexic. Mia knows next to nothing about him. It made Scipio dirty, that he was keeping things from her. Scipio had never been in a relationship before, but he knew from movies and shows that hiding something from your girlfriend was a bad thing. And even though Mia never questioned him about his family, he felt that she should know. Scipio decided that he wasn't just going to tell Mia about his family, he was going to show her. When this was going to happen, Scipio didn't know yet.

A week after the kiss, the two of them were hanging out, one-on-one. Scipio looked into Mia's eyes. Her black eye was healing well. That just reminded Scipio how much about her that he knew and how little Mia knew about him. He knew it was time to tell her.

"Come with me," Scipio told Mia, grabbing her hand and beginning to pull her along. Mia planted herself in one spot, refusing to be pulled. When Scipio turned around to see what the problem was, Mia raised her eyebrow at him, confused. "I need to show you something." Mia still did not move. "Please? It's important."

Mia gave him a small smile and began walking. "Well, since you said please."

Scipio smiled and his girlfriend a kiss on the cheek. The two walked along, acting just like best friends: making jokes; giving each other light shoves, holding hands, kissing. Soon, Mia noticed they were far away from the Stella, in a completely different part of Venice. The houses here were huge and elaborately decorated. Tall fences surrounded many of them. A thought struck Mia. "Scipio, we better not be going on one of stupid raids." Scipio's raids were the only sore spot between them. They tried not to talk about it.

"Just come on," Scipio said, pulling a struggling Mia with more force he knew he had. It was still difficult. Mia was much stronger than he was.

A few minutes later, the struggling couple stopped in front a large house. "Scipio I will not move one more step towards that house."

"Please, Mia?" Scipio asked. "I swear, we're not here to take anything from this house."

"Then why are we here Scipio?" Mia yelled, putting her hands on her hips.

Though the timing was terrible, Scipio thought that Mia looked really cute angry. This is why he got himself to blurt out, "Because I live here, Mia."

Mia's face showed her level of surprise. Her jaw dropped and her eyes grew wide in shock. Even her eye that was practically swollen shut was wide open. "You- you live-"Mia said, trying to spit it out.

"Here?" Scipio asked, finishing her sentence. "Yes, I do." Scipio took her hand. "Come on," he said, leading her into the house.

The house was huge. A huge golden chandelier hung from the ceiling in front of a rather impressive looking staircase. "Wow," Mia whispered, not wanting to disturb the peace that the house held. "I'm pretty sure your house could hold eight of my houses. Both the house here in Venice and the one I used to live in America. Just saying."

Scipio gave Mia a bashful smile. "Um, yeah," he said, not knowing what to say. He was embarrassed. He went around telling people he was an orphan, living in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Venice. He felt like a dirty rotten liar.

But leave it to Mia to make him feel better. She held out her hand and said, "So . . . are you going to show me around or not?"

Scipio smiled wider, took her hand, and began walking her around his large house. There was a kitchen that belonged on a cooking show, and living room and a den, a dining room that could be used as a ball room if need be, four bathrooms that were as big as Mia's old bedroom, and six bedrooms. "This is my room," Scipio said, opening the door to reveal yet another huge bedroom. This one was dark blue with brown trimming. The bed was king sized, and the bookshelf held over one hundred books.

"This is your room?" Mia asked, looking at Scipio. He nodded at her, and she jumped on top of the bed. "Oh my God! A bed! It's so comfortable!"

"Shut up," Scipio said. "You're making me feel bad."

"Why," Mia asked, perplexed.

"Because I have this huge house, both my parents, great stuff. You guys at the Stella only have each other," he said.

Mia walked over and held Scipio's hand. "All we need is each other, Scipio."

Just then, and man walked over to the two of them. He looked just like Scipio, just about thirty years older. Mia could have sworn she had seen him before. "Scipio," the man said, "who is this?"

"Dad," Scipio said, "this is Mia. Mia, this is my father. Dad, Mia is-"

"I'm his girlfriend," Mia said, giving Scipio's father her charming smile as she shook his hand. "Nice to finally meet you, sir."

Scipio's father studied her as he shook her hand. "Have we met?" he asked. "I have the oddest feeling we've met."

"I play guitar in St. Mark's Square a lot. Perhaps you saw me there?"

His father shook his head. Then he turned to his son. "We have diner tonight with the Rossenelli's at eight o'clock. Make sure you dress appropriately and on time. Please, Scipio, we do not need another incident like what happened with the Rosselli's when you came in fifteen minutes late wearing that ridiculous outfit."

Scipio's ears went red, the first time Mia ever saw Scipio embarrassed. But she was a bit surprised when Scipio asked his father if Mia can join them for dinner. "She has great manners."

That was a lie if Mia ever heard one. She could barely operate a fork. Mr. Scipio's Dad must have sensed it, because he promptly said, "No," and walked away, ending the conversation.

"I'm sorry about him," Scipio said when his father was a good distance away. "He's rather blunt and a bit of an arse and-"

"What's your last name?" Mia interrupted.

Scipio found the question odd, but answered none the less. "Massimo, why?"

Mia eyes grew wide in thought. "Is he doctor?"

"Yes, why?" Scipio asked her.

Mia sighed. "Um, your dad was, um, my mom's doctor, when she had, you know . . . cancer."

Scipio nodded his head slowly. Then he felt instant regret for taking Mia here. "Mia, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought you here. I don't know what went through my head-" Mia's kiss interrupted his thoughts.

"Thank you for telling me," Mia said her face only inches from Scipio's. "If you didn't tell me but I still found out, I would have killed you." She gave him another kiss. "And don't worry," she said, "I promise I won't tell the others."

Scipio smiled and kissed Mia. Who was, most defiantly, perfect.