Chapter 9

• Andrews POV
• Both Christiana and I turned to look at the door. While Christiana had a bland expression on, I was pissed. Before I could ask who it was, my mother spoke from outside. "Why is the door locked!" She exclaimed. "Anyways Andrew, the guests have arrived, come down quickly!" My mother said.
• "On it, Mom," I shouted back. I turned to look at a Christiana who showed a sign of worry on her face. She folded her arms across her chest before urging me to go downstairs. "Go down, while i shower... again," she said. Her words didn't sit well with me so I decided to cheer her up.