Vic's Point of View:
I smiled to myself as I drove Mike and Isabella to the restaurant. I didn't know where it was, so the Clive's told me to follow them.

"They seem to like you!" Mike piped up. Isabella turned around and beamed at Mike. He grinned and looked out the window.

"I just hope I don't muck anything up!" I looked at Isabella quickly and frowned. She grabbed my hand and I sighed.

"You're not going to muck anything up, Izzy!" I reassured her. She laughed softly and I felt her grip on my hand tighten. I caressed my thumb over hers, helping her to relax.

"I can't relax! I'm so anxious and excited!" She squealed.

"I heard the food's great!" Added Mike. I looked at him through the review mirror.
The Clive's drove into a slightly busy car park. I followed and found a space. I turned off the engine and sighed, looking at Isabella. She was beaming with delight and I leaned forward. She leant in as well and her lips soon found mine. I heard Mike groan in disgust and Isabella laughed.

"Well,' I said and drew back. "Looks like we're here!"

Isabella's Point of View:
I quickly hopped out of the car, and tried to control my breathing. Too many emotions whirled through me and I found it hard to keep up. I breathed out and closed my eyes.
Once I regained my control I walked towards Vic and he held out his arm. I linked my arm through his and he escorted me towards the door.

The Clive's were already inside, and were talking to the man behind the desk. He looked at us and nodded, a small smile spread across his face. He told us to follow him to our seats, and we did. We all sat down quickly and he handed us each menu. I was sat in between Vic and Ashton.

I looked down at the menu and frowned. Everything sounded so formal, I almost wanted to laugh. I began to feel out of place, and Vic gently put his hand on my thigh. I looked at him and he gently smiled.

"You okay?" He whispered and I nodded. He smiled wider and went back to his menu. Ashton quickly nudged my shoulder with his and quietly laughed. I turned my head to him and he winked at me again. He leaned towards me.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it." I bit my lip and shrugged.

"Let's hope so!" I whispered back. He leant back and laughed.
A few minutes passed and soon a waiter came back with two bottles of champagne. I stared in shock, as he asked if we had all decided on what we wanted. I wasn't used to any of this, and I tried to keep calm. Everybody quickly ordered and the waiter left.

"So tell us about yourself, Isabella." Harry spoke. My eyes danced over everybody's faces and my mind went blank. Tell them about myself? There's nothing to tell them.
"To be completely honest, I'm a very boring person." Stella smiled softly, and Harry shook his head.

"My dear, you seem like such an amazing creature. Don't be so hard on yourself." I wanted to cry tears of joy because of these people. I had only just met them but they had accepted me besides the fact they don't even know me.

"Well... I love to paint, everything and anything. Give me a piece of paper, paint and a paintbrush and I'll create something out of thin air." This made Mike laugh.

"Which.. Is why I like Isabella. I like to paint like walls and stuff." Harry focused his gaze onto Mike.

"You are such a random lad." I laughed as Mike shrugged his shoulders at Harry. Vic piped up.

"She has such a talent! Her paintings are scattered everywhere around the house.

"I would love to see some of them!" Said Stella excitedly.

"And I would be more than happy to show you some." Two waiters came with our food and we all tucked in. Let me tell you; it was the best tasting food I have ever had.

We soon finished our meal, sharing stories and laughs along the way. Harry insisted he would pay for the bill, and I felt guilty because of it. We walked out of the restaurant, and Stella embraced me in a hug.

"You are perfect for Victor." She whispered into my ear. I felt a tear forming in my eye as I smiled and kissed her cheek. Harry came over and picked me up, almost crushing me in his grasp.

"I will definitely be seeing you again poppet." He let me go and held Stella's hand. They said good bye and walked off towards their car. I couldn't help but smile at how cute they were together. Ashton walked over to me and stuck out his hand. I took it and he kissed the back of my palm again.

"I'm surprised you don't have a girlfriend.. you're a proper gentleman!" I teased and he smirked. He straightened up and turned away.

"Trust me, I'm working on it." He laughed and got into his car.

I did the same, and Vic kissed my nose.

"See.. you didn't screw it up at all!"

"Man! They love you!" Mike cried and we all laughed.

The car ride home was quiet, but I didn't mind. We finally got home and I walked up to the door. I looked down and saw an envelope leant on the door. I bent down and picked it up.
It was addressed to me.
Vic opened the door and saw the note in my hand.

"What's that?" He asked and nodded towards it. I shook my head.

"I don't know." He frowned and pulled me up the stairs. I looked back down at the envelop. Vic dragged me into his room and slumped onto the bed. I was still looking at the envelop and he groaned loudly.

"Hurry up and open it!" I hesitated and help my breath. I gently ripped it open and unfolded the letter inside. I started to read and gasped.

Dear Isabella,
You're mother was never completely honest with you. She had kept some very important information from you your entire life.
Well, it is my job to tell you what that information is.
There is quite a lot, so let me start off with a bang...

Did you hear the story about your sister?