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LUKE'S POV.
Victoria.
I stared at her as she came down the stairs gingerly, her long black hair as beautiful as ever, flowing over the short, light pink satin nightdress she wore with a long satin night shirt over it. Her dark eyes were lit in excitement. What brought her to the house? We'd clearly parted like eight months ago, never to contact each other again, and two months after that, I'd met Ariana, and had completely forgotten about her.
Not that she'd even stay in my memories if I hadn't met Ariana. Seeing her face made me feel annoyed. Why was the day just going wrong? First, it'd been the passcode, then the maid who had managed to irk me. Then,it became the rest of the maids behaving like dummies who had problems with speaking.
And now, Victoria? Seriously, that was shit.