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Venessa's pov After my lunch with Vincent, it feels so strange calling by his name, I'm so used to calling him grey eyed monster. Everything's indeed happening too fast. I can't believe that I'm getting married in a few days as Vincent said the sooner the better, and of course I couldn't say no. While we were in the car driving back to the diner, Vincent said that from today, he would come every morning to my apartment to drive me to the diner and after my shift he would drive me back. I tried so hard to persuade him that it was not needed but he won't just agree, he's hella stubborn. But on the brighter side it also means that I would be seeing him more often. Sis, you'll be getting married to him, you'll see him more than often. Says inner Venessa, that girl keeps rubbing it to my f