Venessa's pov

Wearing my diner uniform, I headed downstairs and saw Lynda cooking breakfast. I approached her and greeted her a good morning.

"Good morning sweetie, did you sleep well?" She questioned, looking at my pale face and dark circles.

"Yeah, I slept well. Thank you for asking. Where's Mario by the way." I replied trying to make her stop questions, not that I want to share it with her, it's just I don't want to talk about it right now as I don't want to ...