Andrews POV

Both Christiana and I turned to look at the door. While Christiana had a bland expression on, I was pissed. Before I could ask who it was, my mother spoke from outside. "Why is the door locked!" She exclaimed. "Anyways Andrew, the guests have arrived, come down quickly!" My mother said.

"On it, Mom," I shouted back. I turned to look at Christiana who showed a sign of worry on her face. She folded her arms across her chest before urging me to go downstairs. "Go down, while i shower... again," she said. Her words didn't sit well with me so I decided to cheer her up.

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