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Venessa's P.O.V I shot up from my bed and looked at my phone to see what time it is, and the moment I saw the time, I felt like slapping myself. I only had 15 minutes to get ready. Who told you to stay up so late, now look you're late. I told myself mentally with a great urge to pull my hair in frustration. A groan escaped from my lips as I felt like skipping work today as I'm dead ass sure that I would never make it at time but then I remember Andrew, I have to tell him about me and Vincent. Just as I was about to enter the bathroom to get ready, the sound of the doorbell ringing made me stop on my track. Who could it be? It's still so early. I paddled out of my bedroom to open the door, taking my sweet time as I was still a bit sleepy. Pulling the door opened, my eyes widened, now