"In the warmth of family, shadows still linger, reminding us that even in brightest places, darkness finds its way"
-Rhodaverse

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The alarm blared at 6:30 AM sharp, pulling Maya out of her deep sleep. She groaned softly, reaching out to silence it with one lazy swipe. Sunlight filtered in through the half-drawn curtains, casting a golden glow over her room. Maya stretched, her muscles tightening under her satin sheets, and blinked up at the ceiling. The day was just beginning, but already she could feel the weight of the day ahead.

She reached for her phone that was on her nearby dresser, scrolling through notifications. Social media was a flood of perfectly filtered lives - vacations, parties, and luxury fashion, which was basically her normal life. Now it felt ordinary to her although people wanted to live the life she was living, or more say they wanted to be her rather than be like her.

Pushing the blankets aside, Maya swung her legs over the edge of her bed, throwing her phone on the soft mattress and padded across her spacious room. The room was immaculate. The walls were a soft cream, accentuated by a few pieces of abstract art her mother had insisted on hanging-an original Rossi design. An oversized mirror, with an ornate gold frame, hung opposite her bed, casting light throughout the room.

Her walk-in closet stood open, rows of designer clothes, accessories and perfectly aligned shoes on display, but today she reached for the classic uniform of Riverside Academy-her elite private school: a crisp white blouse, a navy pleated skirt that flared just above her knees, a blazer adorned with the school's golden crest and her polished black loafers. She tugged the blazer off its hanger, smoothing out the fabric, and glanced in the mirror.

Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, waves framing her olive-toned face, which was a perfect blend of her parents' strong features. High cheekbones from her mother, sharp eyes from her father. Her gaze lingered on the small diamond pendant around her neck- a Rossi family heirloom passed down through generations. It was her mother's idea for Maya to wear it daily as a reminder of her roots.

Maya sometimes felt the weight of her family's legacy but was determined to create her own path. She appreciates all the privileges her wealth brings but not entirely enamored by it. Maya is close to her siblings, particularly Kylie, though the shadow of Kendall's abduction has left its mark on her - on everyone.

Though she seems composed on the outside, Maya struggles with the pressure of living in a family so public and successful, and she harbors fears about the dangers that come with it. She enjoys the finer things, but she often contemplates her identity outside of being a "Smith" or a "Rossi." She looks forward to family vacations, where she can escape the constant scrutiny and just be herself. She also found that with her friends.

After dressing, she looked out the window of the penthouse suite. Below her was the view of the bustling city of New York, where skyscrapers towered as far as the eye could see. The penthouse was breathtaking, with glass walls providing a panoramic view of Central Park. Inside, luxury surrounded her: polished marble floors, chandeliers, and modern art pieces. Despite the grandeur, Maya often felt conflicted about her family's immense wealth. Sometimes all the luxury felt like part of the decor.

The scent of coffee wafted through the penthouse, a comfort she clung to even as her mind drifted to the pressures waiting outside.

Downstairs, the kitchen was already buzzing with activity. Their mother, Clara Rossi-Smith, stood by the stove, flipping pancakes, her hair in a loose bun. Despite her role as one of the leading geneticists in the country, Clara always made time for her family. Their mornings together were sacred, a rare moment of normalcy in their chaotic, high-profile lives.

Her younger twin siblings, Jake and Mila, were already seated at the table, animatedly discussing a new video game. Jake, with his scruffy brown hair and infectious energy, was always bouncing around with excitement, while Mila, more composed, had the same piercing eyes as their father, analyzing every situation with quiet intelligence.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Jake teased as Maya walked in.

"Morning to you, too," Maya smirked, ruffling his hair as she passed. "Mila, still keeping him in check?"

Mila just raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips.

Seated at the far end of the table, their father, David Smith, glanced up from his tablet, giving Maya a warm nod. "Big day today?" he asked, his voice a rich baritone.

Maya shrugged. "Nothing unusual. Just school, hanging with Ava and the girls, then planning for the trip."

Her mother chimed in, "Speaking of the trip, where are we thinking for this year's vacation? Italy again, or somewhere more exotic?"

Jake piped up excitedly, "How about the Bahamas? I want to swim with sharks!"

"No way," Mila shook her head. "I vote Paris. I need to see the Louvre."

Their father smiled. "I'm open to either. Let's put it to a family vote tonight."

As Maya grabbed a piece of toast, her mind wandered to her elder brother, Julian. He wasn't at the table, as usual, because he had already left for his internship at a prominent biotech company. Julian had always been the ambitious one, excelling academically and already following in their father's business footsteps while dabbling in their mother's scientific interests.

Despite their different paths, Maya looked up to him, though she sometimes wished he didn't take things so seriously. The kidnapping of their sister Kendall, Kylie's twin, had deeply affected him, and although they didn't talk about it much, she could sense the weight of that tragedy lingering over him. Well it affected everyone, no one spoke about it much - or ever, especially not Kylie.

Kylie Rossi-Smith descended the grand staircase with an effortless grace that seemed to mirror the elegance of their penthouse itself. At 18, she carried a confident yet serene aura, her every movement conveying both poise and familiarity with the luxury surrounding her. Her long, chestnut-brown hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, catching the morning light and highlighting its natural sheen. Today, she wore a fitted green blazer paired with tailored green pleated skirt, adorned with the school's crest and her loafers-a look that was sophisticated but understated, perfect for a leisurely breakfast at home.

As she reached the landing, her clear, green eyes sparkled with a blend of sleepiness and anticipation for the day ahead. Kylie's presence was a soothing contrast to the bustling morning routine, her calm demeanor providing a quiet anchor in the otherwise lively household. She smiled warmly at her mother, who was busy arranging breakfast, and greeted Maya with a familiar, sisterly affection.

"Morning, Maya," she smiled as she sat down at the table, grabbing a pancake.

"Sleep well?" Maya asked before taking another bite of her toast.

"As if college applications would let me," Kylie said with an exasperated sigh. "I'm okay still", she added before taking a sip of her coffee.

Her demeanor reflected a gentle strength, and despite the shadow of her twin's abduction still looming over her, Kylie's resilience and charm remained steadfast. She exuded an air of maturity, shaped by both the family's status and the personal challenges she had faced, but her warmth and easy smile revealed the depth of her connection with those she loved. She didn't want to show most times that she was still hurting - everyone was, but she was hurting the most, perhaps if she showed it - she'd make all of them hurt the more.

The grand dining room of the Rossi-Smith penthouse exuded elegance with its marble floors and exquisite crystal chandeliers. Maya, Kylie, and their younger siblings were gathered around the breakfast table, the scent of freshly made pancakes, toasts and brewed coffee filling the air. The soft hum of conversation was interrupted by the crisp sound of polished shoes against the marble floor.

A well-dressed butler, Mr. Thompson, appeared at the entrance of the dining room. With a courteous bow, he cleared his throat to announce, "Excuse me, Miss Maya, Miss Kylie, Master Jake, and Miss Mila. The drivers are ready to take you to school. If you could please finish up, they'll be waiting downstairs."

Mr. Thompson's impeccable uniform, complete with a neatly pressed waistcoat and a polished silver tray, spoke of the household's commitment to elegance and efficiency. As he spoke, his gaze remained respectful yet attentive, ensuring that the morning routine proceeded smoothly.

Kylie glanced up from her plate, her fork momentarily suspended in mid-air. "Thank you, Mr. Thompson," she said with a polite nod. Maya and her siblings exchanged glances, finishing their breakfast with a bit more urgency.

With a final bow, Mr. Thompson exited the room, leaving the family to wrap up their meal and prepare for the day ahead.

As the family finished their breakfast, the sound of footsteps and chatter filled the grand hallway of the penthouse. Maya and Kylie, dressed impeccably in their school uniforms, headed toward the elevator. They had told their mum goodbye and their dad had already left earlier today. Their uniforms, tailored perfectly to their frames, spoke of both style and sophistication-Maya's navy blue blazer contrasting with Kylie's dark green.

Downstairs, the expansive foyer was abuzz with activity. The butler, Mr. Thompson, and a few staff members efficiently coordinated the morning departure. The family's sleek black limousines waited outside, gleaming in the early morning light.

Maya and Kylie stepped into one of the cars, the interior luxuriously appointed with plush leather seats and state-of-the-art amenities. Kylie settled into the back seat, her thoughts already drifting to the day's events, while Maya, always the more social of the two, chatted animatedly about her plans.

Meanwhile, Mila and Ethan, their younger twin siblings, made their way to a separate vehicle. The twins were in their own school uniforms, a slightly more playful design compared to the older children's attire. Ethan's bright eyes sparkled with excitement, while Mila, ever the serious one, adjusted her blazer with a practiced hand.

The drivers, dressed in their immaculate uniforms, opened the doors with a respectful nod. "Good morning, Miss Maya, Miss Kylie," Tony said, offering a courteous bow as they entered. Tony drive them while Martin's drove Ethan and Mila.

"Good morning," Maya replied with a smile, as Kylie waved energetically before the car doors closed behind them.

In the second car, Mila and Ethan exchanged a few quick words, their voices muffled by the hum of the engine starting up. As the cars pulled away from the penthouse, the streets of New York City began to come alive, the morning rush blending seamlessly with the luxury of the Smith-Rossi lifestyle.

The cars navigated through the city, each destined for a different school, but united in their purpose-ensuring the Rossi-Smith children had a smooth start to their day.

The sleek, black limousine pulled up to the gates of Riverside Academy - a school for elite kids like them. Maya stepped out, her best friend Ava waiting for her at the entrance, a wide grin on her face.

"You're late again," Ava teased, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. She was the life of their little group, with an infectious energy that matched Jake's. "I was starting to think you were skipping on me."

Ava had a striking presence, with long, wavy auburn hair that cascades down her back, often catching the light in shades of red and brown. She has hazel eyes that shift between green and gold, giving her an almost ethereal look when the sun hits her just right. Her freckles are scattered lightly across her nose and cheeks, a feature she's never been shy about. Ava's figure is slender but athletic, as she's an avid dancer, with a natural grace in how she carries herself. She's always smiling, with a bright, infectious laugh that lights up her face. That didn't mean she wasn't sarcastic at times.

Maya rolled her eyes playfully. "You know me better than that."

They walked toward their lockers, falling into their usual rhythm of catching up. Ava launched into a story about her weekend, something about her crush and a party Maya hadn't attended.

"There are reasons you shouldn't miss parties Maya" Ava said as she got something from her locker.

"Not my fault, I was busy--" Maya rolled her eyes at her before chucking.

"Yeah busy doing what? Science project?" Ava said as she closed her locker.

"Yeah and a couple of other stuff" Maya added.

"Whatever, boring" Ava chimed. "Thank goodness Jayda and Eleanor showed up, you'd have been dead meat" she added flatly.

"Ava!" Maya exclaimed as the two girls laughed.

As they moved through the hallways, they were greeted with smiles and nods from their peers-Maya and her friends were well-known in the school, though Maya preferred not to flaunt her family's wealth too much. Her family was too influential not to know, talk less about being from two influencial families, the Rossis and the Smiths. Besides a lot of people stalked her Instagram.

Their conversation flowed seamlessly until Maya caught someone staring at her from across the hallway. She turned her head slightly, but by the time she focused, the figure had disappeared into the crowd. A strange feeling washed over her, but she brushed it off. Probably nothing.

The bell echoed through the grand halls of Riverside Academy, its chime bouncing off the polished marble floors and intricate archways. Ava had a different class- statistics, so they weren't going in the same direction. They hugged and departed their separate ways until lunch. Maya hurriedly gathered her books, her polished black loafers tapping lightly as she adjusted her navy plaid skirt. The hall was already thinning out as students trickled into their classrooms, but Maya didn't rush. She knew every corner of this place like the back of her hand.

As she made her way through the halls, her silver bracelet clinked softly against her wrist, a reminder of her family's subtle luxury. She passed by the wide windows, where the sprawling view of the Hudson River glittered in the distance, sunlight bouncing off its surface.

Her pace quickened slightly when she saw the familiar oak door of her History class. She pushed through, the cool air inside hitting her face as the chatter of her classmates filled the room.

"Late again, Rossi-Smith?" The voice of Mrs. Carmichael, her sharp-eyed history teacher, rang out as soon as Maya entered.

Maya flashed a brief, unapologetic smile, brushing back a stray lock of dark hair from her face. "Just barely, Mrs. Carmichael."

The older woman raised an eyebrow but didn't push it further. Maya slid into her seat next to her friend, Layla, who had already spread out her notes and smiled knowingly at her.

Layla stands out with her bold style and striking looks. She has jet black, curly hair, often pulled back into a high ponytail or left in voluminous waves around her shoulders. Her dark brown eyes are framed by thick, defined brows, giving her an intense, captivating stare. Layla's skin has a warm, golden undertone, and she always seems to have a natural glow. Her build is curvy and strong, as she's heavily into sports, especially track and field. Layla's style is more fashion-forward, always on-trend, with statement earrings or bold lip colors that complement her outgoing personality.

Maya shrugged lightly, "You know me, fashionably late." "Besides Ava delayed me with her stories", she chuckled as she sat down.

"I mean you missed the party," Layla shrugged before letting out a laugh.

Just as she opened her notebook, a strange sensation washed over her. That feeling again- the eyes watching her. She casually glanced over her shoulder, scanning the room quickly. No one seemed out of place, no lingering stares. Yet, that unsettling chill remained, crawling up her spine. Wasn't that what Kendall complained about before - she brushed it off her mind.

But before she could dwell on it, Mrs. Carmichael's voice echoed the room.

As the lesson continued, Maya tried to focus on Mrs. Carmichael's lecture about the Roman Senate and the complexities of ancient political systems. But her mind kept drifting back to that prickling sensation-someone's gaze burning into her. It was faint but constant, like a whisper she couldn't hear but could feel brushing against her thoughts.

Layla nudged her gently with her elbow. "You good? You've been zoning out since you got here."

Maya blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. She leaned in slightly, her voice low, "Do you ever feel like... someone's watching you?"

Layla raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Always, babe. We're the main characters, remember?" She winked playfully.

Maya chuckled softly, but the tight knot of unease in her chest didn't unravel. She shifted in her seat, her eyes skimming the faces in the room again-nothing unusual. Just the typical mix of students, some paying attention, others clearly not. Daniel, the class clown, was leaning back in his chair, balancing a pencil on his nose, while Emily, the teacher's pet, was taking meticulous notes in the front row.

Maybe she was just overthinking it.

Maya shook her head slightly, trying to push the thought away. Her family had always been protective, especially after Kendall's disappearance all those years ago. It wasn't uncommon for her to feel watched, but this time it felt different. Less like the careful, watchful eye of security and more like someone hiding in the shadows, observing her every move.

The bell rang, pulling her from her thoughts again. She quickly stuffed her notebook into her bag, standing up as Layla swung her arm around Maya's shoulder.

"Lunch time! What's on the menu today, Miss Rossi-Smith? Your mom still packing those gourmet sandwiches?"

Maya laughed, momentarily forgetting her worries. "If by gourmet you mean turkey and avocado, then yeah. You know how she is."

Layla rolled her eyes dramatically. "Of course. Your mom is a goddess, and I fully expect to steal half of it, as usual - well that is if Ava, Jayda or Eleanor don't beat me to it."

They made their way to the cafeteria, the bustling energy of students heading in all directions creating a sea of motion. Maya glanced around, still feeling that nagging sensation that she couldn't shake. As they reached the doors of the cafeteria, she caught sight of a figure standing at the far end of the hallway, half-hidden by a corner. A tall person, dressed in dark clothes, their face obscured by shadows.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"Maya? You coming?" Layla's voice pulled her back to reality.

She blinked and looked at her friend, then back to the corner where the figure had been. But they were gone. Just an empty hallway now.

"Yeah, I'm coming," she said, trying to sound casual as they entered the cafeteria.

But Maya's thoughts were far from casual now. Whoever-or whatever-was watching her wasn't just in her imagination.

Maya and Layla entered the cafeteria, the bustling noise of laughter, trays clattering, and conversations filling the air. The wide room was awash with sunlight streaming in through tall windows, casting a warm glow over the sea of navy and white uniforms. Maya's eyes scanned the room, finally landing on the familiar faces of Ava, Jayda and Eleanor already seated at their usual spot near the far corner.

Jayda was the tallest of the friend group, with a naturally athletic build, thanks to her love of basketball. She has long dirty blonde hair often kept in a messy bun or braid, which gives her an effortless, cool-girl vibe. Her green eyes are sharp and expressive, with a hint of mischief behind them. Jayda's complexion is lightly tanned, and she has a sprinkle of freckles on her shoulders from spending so much time outdoors. Her style is more casual, often seen in oversized hoodies or ripped jeans, but she somehow manages to make it look effortlessly chic. She's got an easygoing charm, with a wide smile that makes everyone feel at ease around her. But for now in school they had uniforms.

Eleanor, the more introverted one of the group, has a bookish charm to her. She has short, dark brown hair styled in a neat bob that frames her soft, heart-shaped face. Her deep blue eyes, framed by round glasses, are always curious and observant, giving her a thoughtful look. She's a little shorter than the others, with a petite build, but her quiet confidence makes her stand out in her own way. Eleanor is often seen wearing delicate, minimalistic jewelry, like small silver studs or a simple chain bracelet, reflecting her understated style.

As Maya and Layla approached, Ava waved them over enthusiastically, her usual bright smile lighting up her face. "Finally! We thought you got lost in the halls or something."

Jayda rolled her eyes, smirking. "Or maybe Maya was too busy with her adoring fans."

Maya chuckled, setting her tray down as she sat beside Ava. "Oh, totally. They were lining up just to get a glimpse."

"Who wouldn't?" Eleanor quipped, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Maya's practically the *It* girl of Riverside."

"Not today, El," Maya laughed, shaking her head. "Today, I'm just a girl trying to get through lunch."

"She was actually behaving like a lost puppy" Layla said as the girls settled down.

"Too bad" Ava poured before shaking her head and the girls laughed.

And Maya sat down with Layla, she couldn't help but glance back at the doorway, wondering if that shadowy figure would return.

They all laughed as they started digging into their food, the usual playful banter flowing easily between them. Jayda, always the comedian of the group, started an exaggerated story about her run-in with Mr. Peters, the notoriously grumpy history teacher.

"So there I am," Jayda began, pausing for dramatic effect, "running down the hall, two seconds before the bell rings. And who do I bump into? None other than the Grim Reaper himself, Mr. Peters. He gives me that death glare-you know, the one that feels like he's looking into your soul - and says, 'Miss Evans, if you're in such a hurry, why don't you run all the way to detention?'"

Ava snorted into her drink. "Classic. I swear he lives for moments like that."

Maya smiled, but her mind wasn't fully in the conversation. As much as she loved these light-hearted moments with her friends, the eerie feeling from earlier still clung to her, like a shadow she couldn't shake. She looked over at Ava, her best friend since forever, who always seemed to notice when something was off.

"You okay?" Ava asked quietly, leaning in a little closer.

Maya hesitated, glancing around the cafeteria. Everything seemed normal, the usual chaos of students talking, laughing, and moving about. But the knot in her stomach hadn't loosened since that figure in the hallway.

"I don't know," Maya admitted, her voice low. "I feel like... someone's been watching me. Like, for real. Not just the usual attention, you know?"

Ava's brow furrowed, her playful expression shifting to concern. "Watching you? Like, in a creepy way?"

Maya nodded, glancing around the table at the others. Jayda and Eleanor had picked up on the change in tone, their joking halted.

"Maybe it's just nerves," Eleanor suggested, though there was a hint of worry in her voice. "I mean, your family is pretty high-profile. It wouldn't be unusual if people were... curious."

"Curious or not," Ava added firmly, "if something feels off, you should trust your gut. Have you told anyone? Your mom or dad?"

"Not yet," Maya admitted. "I don't want to make a big deal out of it if it's nothing. I just-" She trailed off, her gaze drifting toward the cafeteria entrance.

There, just for a fleeting second, she thought she saw the same dark figure from earlier. Standing at the doorway, half-hidden behind a pillar. The moment she blinked, they were gone, as if they had never been there.

"Maya?" Jayda's voice pulled her back. "What is it?"

"Nothing," Maya lied quickly, forcing a smile. "It's nothing."

But it wasn't nothing. The figure had been there-she was sure of it. And whoever they were, they wanted her to know they were watching.

Ava gave her a pointed look, knowing Maya wasn't telling the whole truth. But she didn't press, instead turning to the others to steer the conversation back to lighter things. "Anyway, enough creepy talk. We still haven't figured out what we're wearing to the summer dance."

Jayda groaned. "Ugh, don't remind me. My mom wants me to wear this frilly disaster of a dress she found. I swear, it's like she thinks I'm eight years old."

Eleanor grinned. "As long as it's not pink you'll survive."

"I think I'd go shopping for that at fifth avenue" Layla said as she twirled her store. "Or have my mum design one" she added before taking a sip.

"You don't mind asking her for two?" Jayda pouted closely to Layla who rolled her eyes at her.

"Let's just all go shopping this weekend" Ava suggested.

The group dissolved into laughter again, the easy flow of their friendship taking over. Maya smiled, trying to let herself be pulled into the moment. But as she sat there, laughing with her friends, that nagging feeling of being watched lingered in the back of her mind. She knew she couldn't ignore it for much longer.

After lunch, the bustling cafeteria starts to empty out as students head to their afternoon classes. Maya, Ava, Jayda, Layla and Eleanor, having enjoyed their time together, gather their things and make their way to their lockers.

Maya and Ava share a laugh as they walk down the crowded hallway. "So, are you still planning on asking Kevin to the summer dance?" Ava asks, tucking a strand of her wavy chestnut hair behind her ear.

Maya grins, a hint of nervousness in her eyes. "I think I might. He's been extra friendly lately."

"Girls now ask guys to the dance?" Layla said with a surprised tone.

"Hello it's the twenty first century - particularly 2024" Ava chimed in causing Layla to roll her eyes.

Jayda, with her blonde curls bouncing with each step, chimes in, "You should totally ask him. I mean, who could say no to you?"

Eleanor, her long auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, nods in agreement. "And if he says no, there are plenty of other fish in the sea."

"Whatever" Maya muttered rolling her eyes.

The bell rings, signaling the start of their next classes. Maya and her friends head to their separate classrooms. Maya's afternoon classes are a blur of lectures and assignments. She finds herself lost in thought, her mind drifting between the upcoming summer dance and her family's secrets.

As the final bell rings, signaling the end of the school day, Maya collects her things and makes her way to the school's main entrance. She spots Kylie waiting by the front steps, chatting with a few of her friends. Kylie's dark hair moves in the wind as she waves to Maya.

"Hey, sis!" Kylie calls out as Maya approaches. "Ready to head home?"

Maya nods, "Absolutely. I'm ready to put my feet up and relax."

They make their way to the sleek black SUV parked out front. The driver, Tony greeted them with a courteous smile, opens the door for them. The car's plush interior is a welcome contrast to the bustle of the school.

As the vehicle pulls away from the curb, Maya looks out the window, her thoughts drifting back to the day's events. She and Kylie chat about their classes, the upcoming dance, and their weekend plans. Kylie, with her calm demeanor and easygoing nature, helps Maya unwind from the hectic day.

"I was thinking," Kylie says, her voice thoughtful, "maybe we could check out that new art exhibit this weekend? Mom mentioned it might be a good way to relax."

Maya smiles, appreciating Kylie's attempt to distract her from her worries. "That sounds perfect. I could use some art therapy." "Also dad said we were going to finalise where we were going for summer vacation".

"Yeah that's true, I definitely vote for Hawaii," Kylie said smiling.

"No thank you, y'all should be for real" Maya sighed causing a chuckle from her sister's lips.

The SUV glides smoothly through the streets of New York, the city's vibrant energy a stark contrast to the peacefulness of the car's interior. As they approach their penthouse, Maya feels a sense of relief wash over her. Home means comfort, and right now, that's exactly what she needs.

The vehicle comes to a gentle stop in front of their building. Maya and Kylie step out and head inside, greeted by the familiar luxury of their home. The penthouse, with its elegant design and panoramic views of the city, feels like a sanctuary.

As they enter, their mother is in the kitchen, preparing a light afternoon snack. The smell of freshly baked cookies fills the air. She looks up with a warm smile as her daughters enter.

"Hello, my darlings," she says, setting down a tray of cookies. "How was your day?"

Kylie and Maya exchange smiles. "It was good," Maya replies. "We were just discussing plans for the summer dance and maybe checking out an art exhibit this weekend."

"And also talking about the vacation" Kylie said and winked at Maya who rolled her eyes at her.

"We were talking about the vacation with Dad and the twins earlier this morning. Have you thought about where you want to go?"

Their mother nods approvingly, her brown eyes twinkling with interest. "That sounds wonderful. I'm glad you're making the most of your summer before the break." "Besides we discuss vacation over dinner". She added a reassuring smile.

"Thank God" Maya said in relief.

Clara tilted her head, considering. "I wouldn't mind a quiet getaway in Tuscany. What do you think?"

"Someone is obsessed with Italy," Kylie chuckled.

"Can't help it," Clara laughed.

With a sense of contentment, Maya takes a cookie and sits down at the kitchen island. The day's stress slowly melts away as she enjoys the warmth of her family's presence and the comforting environment of their home.

Clara left the girls in the kitchen and headed to her art studio. She took a brush in her hand, humming softly as she worked on a new painting. The soft smell of oil paints filled the air, mixing with the scent of roses from the garden just beyond the studio.

After finishing the cookies and catching up with their mom, Maya and Kylie head to their rooms to unwind from the day.

Maya walks down the hallway towards her room, the plush carpet muffling her footsteps. The walls are lined with paintings and photographs from family vacations, each memory bringing a small smile to her face. As she reaches her door, she pushes it open and steps into her sanctuary. The large windows bathe the room in the soft afternoon light, showcasing the view of the New York skyline. Her bed, perfectly made, looks incredibly inviting after the long school day.

She kicks off her shoes, tossing her bag onto a chair by her desk, and heads over to her vanity. As she pulls her hair out of its ponytail, she studies her reflection. Her dark brown eyes, so much like her mother's, look tired but content. She runs her fingers through her sleek black hair, enjoying the feeling of letting it fall loose after a day of classes.

Reaching for her wireless speaker, she turns on her favorite playlist, filling the room with soothing music. She grabs a comfortable sweatshirt from her closet, trading her uniform for something more relaxing, then flops onto her bed. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she stretches out, scrolling through her phone to catch up on messages from her friends. She sends a quick text to group chat about the homework they were assigned, and then opens up a new tab to start researching ideas for the summer dance.

Meanwhile, across the hall, Kylie heads to her own room.

Kylie's room is a reflection of her artistic nature. Sketches are pinned up on her walls, and a half-finished painting sits on an easel by the window. The light that floods the room highlights the vibrant colors of the painting - a sunset over a beach, something she's been working on for weeks.

Like Maya, Kylie changes out of her uniform and into more casual clothes, choosing an oversized sweater and leggings. She walks over to her art corner, staring at the painting as she absentmindedly runs a brush over her fingers. The day's events play in her mind, but she feels calm. Painting always helps her process her thoughts. Deciding to leave it for later, she lies down on her bed, gazing up at the ceiling, where a few glow-in-the-dark stars are still stuck from her childhood.

Reaching for her phone, she scrolls through messages from her friends and starts thinking about the upcoming weekend, wondering if she can convince Maya to join her at that art exhibit their mom had mentioned. A soft knock on her door pulls her attention.

Maya peeks her head into Kylie's room.

"Hey, I'm bored," Maya says with a smile. "Want to binge something?"

Kylie grins and sits up. "Sure! Come on in. I've been meaning to catch up on that new show you mentioned."

The two sisters spend the next hour lying on Kylie's bed, watching episodes of their favorite series and laughing together. The stress of the day melts away in their shared company.

As the evening sets in, the warm glow of the setting sun filters through the windows, casting golden light across the penthouse. Just as they finish another episode, they hear a soft knock on Kylie's door. Their butler, Thompson, steps in, his professional demeanor ever-present, though softened by the years he's spent with the family.

"Ladies," he says with a small smile, "dinner will be ready in ten minutes. Your mother has asked for everyone to gather at the table."

"Thanks, James," Kylie replies, while Maya stretches out with a groan, reluctant to leave the cozy warmth of the bed.

"Alright, alright, we're coming," Maya says, getting up and tugging Kylie by the arm. They both make their way downstairs, the rich scent of dinner already wafting through the air.

Maya and Kylie hurried down the grand staircase, its elegant railings a reminder of the wealth they were born into. Downstairs, the dining room is as elegant as ever, with the long table set for eight. Well Julian wasn't here and um - Kendall. Their mom is already at the head of the table, adjusting her napkin, while their dad, dressed in his usual sharp suit after a day at the office, is pouring a glass of wine. Their younger siblings, Mila and Ethan, are already seated, whispering excitedly about their own day at school.

The girls take their seats, and the table is soon filled with the sound of clinking utensils and soft conversation. Their mother, always attentive, looks around the table with a smile. "So, how was everyone's day?"

Maya leans back in her chair. "Good, actually. Ava and I are planning to ask the guys about the summer dance, and classes weren't too bad. But I'm so glad it's almost the weekend."

Kylie nods in agreement. "I have a few art projects I need to finish before the break, but I was thinking we could check out that art exhibit Mom mentioned."

Their father, with his green eyes twinkling, glances over at them. "Always busy, my girls. I'm glad you're finding time for both work and fun."

Across the table, Ethan, the eldest brother, is talking to Mila about her science project, his usual calm demeanor keeping her bubbling excitement in check. "I'll help you out if you want," he offers.

Mila nods, her brown eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "That would be awesome!"

Their mother, Clara, watches the interaction with pride, her love for her family evident in the way she looks at each of them. "I'm so proud of all of you. And just so you know, your father and I have been talking about our family vacation. We'll need to start planning soon."

Maya perks up at that, her eyes brightening. "Yes! Where are we thinking of going this year?"

Their dad smiles. "We'll discuss it after dinner. We've got a few ideas, but we'd love to hear your thoughts.

After the usual talk of their day, dinner takes a familiar turn - the much-anticipated topic of the family's upcoming vacation.

Maya, always the most vocal when it comes to trips, is the first to speak up after a bite of her meal. "So, where are we thinking this year? I was hoping for somewhere sunny, like Santorini"

Kylie, her head slightly tilted as she twirls pasta on her fork, jumps in with her own suggestion. "Or maybe Europe again? We haven't been to Italy in years. I've been dying to visit the art museums in Florence." She opens a travel magazine.

Their mom, Clara, chuckles, glancing at her husband, then back at the girls. "Well, your father and I have been thinking about a few options, but we wanted to hear what you all had in mind first." she smiled. "We're tossing around ideas for this year's trip. I'm thinking about the Amalfi Coast."

David, shook his head, amused. "You always choose Italy, Clara. What about the Maldives this year?"

Clara chuckled. "I can't help it. The Rossi side of me has deep roots in Italy, you know that."

Mila smirked. "Not to mention, half the family name."

David laughed. "Exactly. Rossi-Smith. It was the perfect combination when we got married -preserving both our family histories. Didn't want to ruffle any feathers with just 'Smith,' right?"

"Rossi holds weight too," her mom added with a teasing glint in her eye, "and let's not forget who's responsible for the finer taste around here."

Kylie finally looked up from her magazine. "Yeah, we get it, Mom. Rossi's all about luxury and class. But let's be real, Dad's the reason we're flying private to these places."

Maya laughed. It was an old joke in the family-the constant playful competition between the Smiths and the Rossis, but deep down she knew it wasn't about who was richer. It was about two powerful legacies coming together, creating something bigger than either could have done alone.

"Definitely somewhere with good food," Ethan pipes up, a cheeky grin on his face as he glances at Mila, who nods in agreement.

"Yeah, somewhere we can explore but also relax," Mila adds, clearly excited about the whole idea. "But I still want to see the Louvre"

Their father, with his warm, steady presence at the head of the table, speaks up. "Julian sent us a message earlier. He said he'll be able to join us for the vacation, but only for a week since his internship is pretty demanding right now."

At the mention of their elder brother, Maya's eyes light up. "Julian's coming? That's great! I thought he'd be too busy."

Clara smiles, her brown eyes softening. "He's working hard, but he didn't want to miss the family trip. He said he'll let us know his available dates so we can plan around that."

Kylie looks thoughtful for a moment. "If Julian's only coming for a week, maybe we should go somewhere that doesn't require too much travel time. Like a single destination where we can all just be together and relax."

Maya nods, already planning out the trip in her head. "Yeah, I can see that. Somewhere we don't need to hop between cities. Maybe Greece? A nice villa near the coast where we can swim, eat good food, and explore some history - exactly why I said Santorini."

Clara smiles at the mention of Greece, leaning back in her chair. "I love the idea. I can already see us on the beach, having dinner overlooking the sunset."

Her mom gave her a knowing smile. "Ah, Greece... you're thinking about that photo op, aren't you?"

"Maybe," Maya said with a grin. "The blue domes would look perfect in my Instagram feed."

Charles shook his head, laughing. "You and your social media. But hey, that's why we do this, right? To make memories, carry on the Rossi-Smith name, and, of course, get those perfect pictures.

Their dad looks intrigued. "Greece sounds like a solid option. Plenty to do, but also the chance to relax. What do you think, Clara?"

The kids all murmur in agreement, excitement building as the idea of a family trip to Greece starts to take shape. Mila and Ethan throw in ideas for activities, while Kylie and Maya debate which island would be best to stay on.

As dessert is brought out, the conversation continues, weaving between vacation plans, their older brother Julian's updates, and small moments of laughter shared between the family. They might have their own individual lives, with internships, school, and projects, but these family moments - these vacations - are the ties that keep them all connected.

After dinner, Clara turns to her husband with a small smile, glancing around the table at their children.

"Well, I think we'll call Julian after this and get everything set. Greece, here we come."

As the evening grows darker and the city lights twinkle outside, the Rossi-Smith family continues to talk, laugh, and dream together - ready to make the most of the moments that matter.

As dinner wound down and the plates were cleared away, Clara rose from her seat, stretching slightly. "Alright, I think we're all set for tonight. Everyone good with heading upstairs?"

Maya nodded, already feeling the weight of the day settle in her muscles. "Yeah, I'm ready to crash. It's been a long day."

Mila with her usual burst of energy, leaned back in her chair. "I could stay up a bit longer, maybe play a quick game."

Clara raised a playful eyebrow at him. "Not tonight, young lady. You've got school in the morning."

Mila groaned but didn't argue, knowing her mom was right. Ethan, always the quieter one, smiled softly as she stood, reaching for her brother's hand. "Come on, Mila, let's go before Mom changes her mind."

With goodnight hugs shared between the family, everyone slowly made their way out of the dining room.

As they ascended the stairs, Maya walked side by side with Kylie. "So, what are you going to do tomorrow? You've been so quiet today."

Kylie glanced over, her usual calm smile in place. "Probably just some college prep stuff. I've got a few applications I want to finalize."

"Ah, the glamorous life of an almost-graduate," Maya teased, nudging her older sister. Kylie laughed softly and nudged her back.

At the top of the stairs, the two sisters split off to their respective rooms.

Kylie, ever methodical, had already changed into her pajamas and was sitting at her desk, looking over her college application materials. Her room was more minimalist than Maya's-sleek, elegant, with hints of her personality in the form of art supplies neatly arranged on a nearby shelf.

She flipped through a few papers, double-checking her notes, but after a while, even her focused mind began to tire. Stretching, she turned off her desk lamp and made her way to bed. Lying down, she stared up at the ceiling, her thoughts drifting to the idea of summer in Greece. A small smile crossed her face before sleep pulled her under.

Mila and Ethan were already in their respective rooms, having been sent off by their parents with playful threats of "lights out soon" and "no more games tonight." Down the hall, Clara and her husband prepared for bed as well, still chatting softly about the vacation plans as they shared their end-of-day routine.

As the house quieted, everyone settled into the comfort of their beds, the hum of the evening fading into the peaceful silence of night. Tomorrow would bring another busy day, but for now, sleep claimed the Smith-Rossi household, dreams of sandy beaches and sun-filled days in Greece waiting just beyond the horizon.

Maya entered her room, taking a moment to breathe in the calm. Her room was her sanctuary-lightly decorated with soft pastels, sleek furniture, and an expansive window that overlooked the city skyline. Tossing her bag onto the chair by her desk, she made her way to the bathroom to begin her nightly routine.

After a hot shower, Maya stood in front of the mirror, running her fingers through her still-damp hair. She tied it up into a loose bun, then padded over to her bed in a comfortable pair of pajamas. Her mind wandered back to the dinner conversation, thinking about Greece, about Julian, and about everything that was to come.

She slipped into bed, her eyes growing heavier as the city lights twinkled beyond her window. Her gaze fell on the nearby skyscrapers and then to her reflection in the glass, a figure in the corner catching her eye. It was almost like someone was watching her again. A chill ran down her spine. The day had been normal, but something was off. Maya couldn't shake the feeling that this vacation might be different. Something was waiting for them. Something unsettling. Before long, she was fast asleep, the hum of the city outside lulling her into dreams.

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And yesss we have our second chapter. This was very long and kind of hard to make.

Shockingly I decided to update this today, probably since it's my first week.

So I guess it's worth the wait though!

I hope you all are enjoying it so far.

Also who are your favourite characters so far?? We know who Maya Smith is now! What are your thoughts on her family, friends, this chapter as a whole? Why and how was Kendall abducted? Does that have anything to do with the person watching Maya? Read on to find out!

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~Rhoda