Chapter Eight

Veronica----

It's been a week since I came back from Vegas, and things haven't been good with my father, ever since that night, we hardly talk to each other. We eat breakfast together, lunch, and dinner and that is all and my mom has been complaining about us.

None of us cares, and Vickie has been acting strangely since the night she went to Rafael's place. I could tell that something is wrong but she doesn't want to talk about it.

Victor has been busy with his studies, and I am here in my room alone. I have nowhere to go, and all I do is talk to Natasha, but she is also busy and serious about her wedding planning stuffs.

I can't even go look for a job, because my dad wants me to do nothing. Not like I ever listened to him, but I just want to be alone for now.

A knock booms through the room unexpectedly, and a tiny shriek passes my lips.

I stood up from my bed, walked to the door and opened it. I was surprised to see Vickie in front of me.

"Hey, little sis"

"Hi, I wasn't expecting to