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You Are Crazy
Violet's POV My phone buzzed repeatedly on the table as I tried fixing my hair. “Who the f**k is this!” I groaned angrily as I picked up the phone from the table. Checking the screen of the phone, I noticed it was a private number. “Good evening,” I greeted with courtesy as the other person was refusing to speak. “I hope you are almost ready, the driver will pick you up soon,” I heard Jason's voice over the phone. I wondered why he was using a different phone to call me. “Okay…” I was still saying when I heard the long tone indicate he had ended the call. Gently placing my phone on the table, I pressed my face in anxiety. Since our arrival after we visited Dior, Jason had started avoiding me. I couldn't deny how annoyed I had felt these last few days, who the hell did he thi
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