Meeting An Old Friend

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*Bella* As I stepped out of the bathroom, the first thing I heard was the ringing of my phone. I hadn't noticed it earlier amidst the sound of rushing water and the intense conversation with Vincenzo in the shower. Hurrying over to grab my phone, I swiped the answer button and pressed it to my ear. Rosa's worried voice came through the speaker, "Where were you, Bella? Why weren't you picking up my calls?" "Umm, sorry, Rosa," I muttered, grabbing clothes from the wardrobe. "Where are you?" "I'm parked outside your house in my car," she replied in her tense voice. "Okay, you know what to do?" I asked cautiously. "Is he still in your house?" she inquired. "Yeah," I confirmed, glancing at Vincenzo. "He's still in my room." "This guy just can't help but stir up trouble," Rosa groaned,

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