Christiana's POV

A week has passed since Andrew and I argued in the room. I wouldn't say things have been going well for me as his mother seems to find every opportunity to make my life a living hell.

"Christiana," I frowned from the voice of John as I let out a sweep hiss. "What is it?" I spoke. John's face came to view as he flashed me a beaming smile. "The most caring human on earth. One of the best humans I know. The sweetest..." I cut him off. Knowing John very well, he only ...