This is the successivo part of my new fan fic.
I walked into the building which I was told is a block of apartments.
“Hi I’m Isabella Swan. I brought an apartment here” I told the woman at the reception. “That would be apartment number 16”
“Where is that sorry?”
“Go up two floors and walk down the corridor until te find number 16 on the left hand side”
“Ok thank you” I walked into the elevator and pushed the 2 button. The elevator left of in a flash which made my stomach turn. I was going to have to get used to this. The doors opened and I stepped out wobbling. “Are te alright miss?” A man asked who looked like he worked here. “I’m fine”
“Are te sure?”
“I’ll take te to your room just in case”
“No seriously I’m fine”
“No I’m taking you” I quite clearly wasn’t winning the argument, so I gave in. He walked me to my room. I had no idea how he knew which one it was but I didn’t bother asking. I walked in and he shut the door behind me. The room was huge. I looked around. The bath room was massive. The bath was like a hot tub and it could fit più than 10 people in it for sure. The doccia in the corner was big as well. Its head was bigger than a frying pan, it was surrounded da glass doors. I stepped towards it and the doors disappeared into the walls. I walked in to the living room. There was a flat screen T.V, with a white leather sofa in front of it. The cucina was big and open, which I liked. The work tops were made of a white marble which sparkled as the sun light hit the surface. I walked in to what must be my bedroom and nearly fainted in shock. It was da far the biggest room in the apartment. A big white king sized letto was in the middle of the room. There was a flat screen T.V in this room as well. I found the wardrobe which was empty but big. I guess I had to wait until I went shopping to fill it and everything else. I hardly thought this was an apartment any more. It was massive, like a one story mansion. It was bigger than two story’s of the Cullen’s house put together! Someone interrupted my shock da knocking on the door. I opened the large white door and stood in front of me was light brown haired woman who looked in the mood for shopping. Oh no. “Heya te must be Isabella swan, right?” the woman asked me “Yeah but call me Bella”
“Oh hi Bella I’m Lucy”
“Pleased to meet you” I detto shaking her hand “I think we’ll be great friends” That was what Alice detto to me when I first met her, I wondered if this was what shopaholic’s say to people they’ve never met before “Are te ready to go shopping? Cos te look like te desperately need to go shopping”
“Yeah I guess I’m ready to go. But the thing is I don’t actually have any money”
“Oh that doesn’t matter I’m paying for everything”
“I can’t let te do that!”
“I’m paying no matter what te say” I groaned giving in. Everyone here seemed to win my arguments. Maybe it was an ‘LA’ thing.