"I'm everything you can't control,"

"I'm everything you can't control,"

Isabelle POV

"Woah, he did that?" I was laughing so much that my stomach hurt.

"Yeah, he did. Pablo had to rush so that a dog wouldn't bite him," Beth replied. She was shaking her head, amused. I decided to look around the place as Cyrus was having a nap. I wasn't sleepy but excited to look at the paintings.

I was studying art in the hallways when I bumped into Beth. She was excited about having a conversation and took me to the balcony for tea. I couldn't say no to her. I joined her for tea. We sat on the terrace, which had a view of the forest. Beth kept me engaged with the stories of the estate and what they had all done to keep it.

I learned that they have a farm, ranch, and mills. Pablo spends most of his time at the farm. She even mentioned Cyrus owning four horses. Before we went to the kitchen, she told me about Cyrus's childhood stories. She handed me the freshly baked cookies and crisps. While enjoying the cookies, Beth went to bring the photo albums.

I looked around the kitchen; nothing was modern or old. It has a different yet warm feeling to it. Beth said she wanted to keep her kitchen the same as it had been passed down from her mother-in-law. And she wants to keep it that way.

I reviewed the photo albums but have not seen any photos of Cyrus's parents. Beth hadn't spoken about his parents or had anyone mentioned them.

"Belle, my Cyrus is not what you think; he may not show you any emotions or express any feelings. But he is a sweetheart." She took my hand in hers. "You are the first lady he brought home. He wears this mask to keep everyone away. With which I can't entirely agree. He shouldn't be pushing everyone away. To feel human, you need a companion. I'm so happy that he has you. You should make him do everything possible." She smiled, whipping away the tears before looking at the album.

"Nonna, what are you showing her?" I heard the masculine voice of Cyrus. I tilted my neck to see him. He was leaning against the door frame with his hands pushed into his pockets. His hair was messy, and a yawn left his mouth when his gaze met mine.

I quickly looked away. He approached us, sat beside Beth and rested his head on Beth's shoulder. They looked cute.

"Nonna, did you show her my childhood pictures?

"Maybe. . . Maybe not." He groaned, looking at the albums. Beth and I shared a look before laughing.

"Where is the old man?" My gaze shifted to Beth's hands as she intertwined her fingers with Cyrus. She started counting their fingers.

"He went to meet the Mayor."

"Mayor?"

"Hmm― The fair begins tonight. He went to look at the arrangements with the Mayor." Cyrus kissed Beth's hands and sighed, caressing the back of her hand.

"Cyrus, you need to take Isabelle there." Beth looked at me. "Villagers had worked and made all the arrangements. There are food stalls and games as well. You will enjoy the fair."

"Nonna, why don't we four visit the fair tonight?"

"Really?! I thought you two would be visiting alone." She joked while he rolled his eyes.

"Why would I go to the fair without my love," he spoke, kissing her hands again.

"Haha. . ."

"But first, give me something to eat; I'm hungry." Beth quickly stood up from her seat, making Cyrus fall on his side as he leaned against Beth.

"Nonna. . ."

"Come, the food is ready. We have made your favourite pasta." Cyrus stood up and held out his hand to me. I looked at his hand before taking his hand. We went to the dining table and took our seats.

"Lilly, can you please serve the food on the table," Beth called the head maid.

"Yes, ma'am."

"I will bring the cookies we baked in the afternoon." Beth and Lilly wandered to the kitchen, leaving me alone with Cyrus. I turned my head to see Cyrus going through his emails.

"Beth is sweet," I whispered to Cyrus. He stopped scrolling down his emails.

"She is," he said, looking at me. I smiled at him. "I enjoyed my tea time with her."

"Good to hear."

"Thank you," I told Lilly before looking at the plate. Beth and I fell into a conversation while Cyrus listened to us. The lunch went well. After having a glass of grape wine, Beth went to have a nap. I decided to go back to my room.

I pat my stomach, feeling heavy; Cyrus walks behind me with his hands in his pockets. When I walked in, my gaze went to the bag beside the bed.

"Hmm, there are some clothes that you might need. I already know there are clothes in the closet for you, but just in case." I gasped, looking at him.

"I think you are insane. You already bought me so many clothes and thought I needed more?" My eyes were saucers when I was in his closet. There were a lot of new clothes hanging row by row.

"Well―" He scratched his eyebrows. "You women change clothes like four in a day."

"Well, I'm not like your other girlfriends."

His lips tilted upwards before coming near me. I leaned back as he leaned closer. "Trust me, love, you are my first girlfriend, even if it is fake."

"Huh?!" I gazed into his eyes. I started feeling nervous. . . A good kind of nervousness seeing him this close.

"I don't do relations." His gaze shifted to my lips before standing straight and walking into the bathroom.

I heard the shower on. I looked at the time. It said four. I took my phone and went through my Facebook feed. I was waiting for Cyrus to come out so that I could shower.

When the door opened, I saw Cyrus coming out with only a towel wrapped around his waist. The water was dripping from his wet hair. He looked hot. He didn't notice me as he went inside the closet. I touched my cheeks, feeling suddenly hot.

After a few minutes, he came out dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans with boots in his hands.

He sat down on the bed and started putting on his boots. "I know I'm hot. You don't have to drool over me because I will stay with you the whole time. If you don't stop staring, you might make us all late."

I quickly went into the bathroom, cursing myself. I heard him chuckle, which brought a stupid smile to my face.

I took a hot shower using Cyrus's shampoo, which smelled amazing. I quickly read the name and decided to buy the shampoo when I returned.

When I was done, I dried myself with a towel before wrapping it around my body. I pecked outside when there was no sign of Cyrus. I rushed into the closet and looked at the clothes he bought me. I pulled out a black bra, cotton underwear, skinny ankle-length jeans, and a black knit crop top. I applied eyeliner and lip balm and left my hair naturally because it looked wavy. I decided to put on black boots.

Knowingly or unknowingly, Cyrus and I wore matching clothes. I took my phone and went downstairs to see Cyrus talking with Pablo and Beth.

Cyrus turned around when he heard me coming. His eyes roamed from top to bottom. When his eyes met mine, I raised my brow, and he smirked.

"You look beautiful, dear," Pablo said, kissing my forehead.

"Thank you."

Pablo and Beth started walking towards the door. When I was about to step, Cyrus pulled my arm, making me stop. I looked at him and at his hand, which was around my arm.

"You smell like me."

I rolled my eyes. "Because I used your shampoo and soap."

I pulled my arm from his hold and walked to where Beth and Pablo stood. I observed that they were wearing matching white clothes. How cute!

Beth and Pablo took the back seats. I took the passenger seat; Cyrus was driving us. Pablo reached out and turned on the radio. Pablo started singing the lyrics while I hummed the song. Beth joined Pablo. I turned around in my seat to look at them. I laughed as Pablo started singing whilst taking Beth's hand in his.

We reached the fair. It took us about twenty minutes. We already got tickets. Pablo and Beth were walking ahead of us. Cyrus was beside me. I looked around in awe. I went to a fair when I was a kid. "There's a fair every year?"

Cyrus hummed. "There are two fairs. One is around the summer, and the other is around Halloween." While I looked around, Beth and Pablo were nowhere to be seen.

"Where are they?"

"Went for the cotton candy."

"Oh." I take my time watching around. Cyrus stays by my side but doesn't say much.

"Looks like you like it."

"I love it." My gaze goes to the teacup ride. I pulled Cyrus with me towards it. There's a massive smile on my face. I remember riding it with my Mum. There's a photo of it. "We will go on this ride."

"You sure?"

"Yes!"

"Okay."

There weren't any people of my age waiting in the line. Mostly, it is with kids and teenagers. Cyrus didn't want to get on the ride as he might be unable to fit in. So it was me having fun with others. I asked Cyrus to take a video of it.

*

I finished my hot dog and juice when my gaze went to the photo booth. A couple stepped out of the booth and collected the pictures. I looked at Cyrus, who was throwing the trash in the bin.

"Can we go to the photo booth?"

He looked at the photo booth. "Why?"

"Cyrus, we will take pictures."

"You are already taking."

"No, in that."

"No, we are not doing that."

"Yes, we are." I looked at him with a determined face.

"No."

"Ohh, come on. It would be fun." I dragged him, and, for a man, he is strong; I can't even drag him. I stared at him, and I saw his eyes filled with amusement. A small smile was playing on his face.

"Come on!" I said, stomping my foot. He shook his head before walking towards the booth. We both sat down and posed for pictures. I wrapped my arm around Cyrus and leaned against his with a peace sign.

After the final click, he kissed me on the cheek. I looked at the pictures we had just taken. In the first one, I smiled while Cyrus slightly smirked, making him look like a bad-boy model. In another photo, I did a peace sign with pouty lips while Cyrus leaned on his palm.

In another, I had a goofy smile, and Cyrus was looking at me with a smile. In the final one, he kissed my cheek, and my eyes were as wide as my smile. It was like a close-up toothpaste ad.

"Why did you kiss me?" I asked him.

"You made me have a picture with you, so I kissed you." He replied smugly.

I joined Beth and Pablo. Pablo was at the basketball stall. We three laughed and took selfies. We wandered around different stalls. Pablo won a Blondie doll and gave it to me as a present.

*

I changed into my pyjama clothes. I cleaned my face and stepped out of the bathroom. Cyrus used the washroom while I made the bed. I took the left side and placed my phone on the nightstand. Cyrus changed into cotton shorts and a T-shirt.

"You are sleeping on the couch," I said sleepily.

He raised an eyebrow. "Why would I?"

"Because I'm sleeping on the bed."

"You take the left side, and I will sleep on the right."

"Okay." Thankfully, he brought his blanket.