Venessa's pov.

Reaching Mario's house, I tried my best to flatten my unruly hair. I look like a mess, well, I am a mess. But I don't want Mario and lynda to worry about me.

Pulling the door open, my ears are immediately filled with Mario's laughter. I walked inside and saw that he and Lynda are sitting at the coach conversing with each other animatedly while I stood by the door not wanting to be seen as I can't help but admire both of them and their love for each ...