One day, your parents decided to move to Italy, so you went to live there. There you lived two blocks from your uncles and aunts, including your beautiful cousin Fiorella. Every day, she came to play with you, showing how much she loved and cared for you. That was how your life with her began, forming a very close relationship between cousins.

Like any other day, you woke up early, brushed your hair, and sat down to have breakfast. While you were getting ready to go to school, you received a message on your cell phone from Fiorella, letting you know that she was already waiting for you at the door. You quickly went downstairs and saw her there: Fiorella, your beautiful cousin, who like you, was 13 years old. She was so pretty, with her brown hair tied back in a ponytail, her angelic face, and her figure that reflected the characteristic genetics of the women in your family.

Fiorella looked at you with a radiant smile, as pretty as ever. He pulled you by the arm excitedly, as he spoke softly:

"Let's go to school already, we're running late!"

He said happily as he pulled you by the arm, walking together to school.