Annoying brats

Isabelle went home, her heart pounding. Alessandro squeezed her hand gently, making it know that he was there for her.

She entered inside the house, was expecting her father to flare at her and start dishing out punishments but was shocked to see two identical kids, probably in 16 or 17 years and Ann siting on the couch.

“Ahhh!” They both screamed and rushed to hug her, she was shocked and screamed also.

They released her immediately, looking at her with questioning gazes.

“Who the fuck are these brats!” She thundered looking at they beaming faces.

“I’m Annabella and he’s Andrew” The grip answered, taking her hand in a firm handshake.

“We are your biggest fan, my room is filled with your pictures” The boy announced eagerly and she glanced at them then back at her father and Ann who was fuming.

“Did you call me here to meet these kids?”

“Stop it!” Her father scolded.

“Annabella, Andrew. Get back here now!” Ann instructed and they both pouted, shoulders slumped with sad looks as