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 other.
Lynda spotted me and dragged me to sit with them, which I of course can't deny.
"Did you have your dinner, my rosa?". Mario questioned, caressing my hand that is holding his fragile one.
"Yes, I did. Did you have yours?" I lied, looking away not wanting to get caught.
Mario however put his hand on my chin making me lo
