Rachel's POV:

I slowly walked towards the door. And opened the door.

That person whom I saw could have been amazed to see me there.

I stood there Frozen with my jaw dropping down.

Andrew came near me to see who was at the door.

That person's face was flushed with anger when that person saw Andrew holding me da my waist.

Wait.

Did I just say, that he had his hand wrapped on my waist.

That person raised the eyebrows.

What did Andrew plan?

"What is she doing here?!" She asked.

He didn't reply.

"Answer me Fedrer!" She demanded.

Not a good situation.

Come on answer her.

I slowly took his fine grip from my waist.

I must be dreaming.

In no way this can happen in reality.

" te people need to più and you" he detto pointing towards the girl "will come to know things soon..."

What does he mean da that?

Wake up, Rachel.

Wake up!

She was very angry on him and slapped him right I'm front of me.

"Hey! What are te doing?" I screamed.

"You! Deserve something more!" She detto and slapped me too.

Aaah! That pains so much.

So.

Much.

That was the point when he slapped the girl.

What just happened?

Andrew Federer slapped a girl just because she slapped me?

Okay. This is a perfect dream.

mostra is over. Wake up Rachel.

The girl glared at me.

If death stares could kill a person, I must ne dead long back.



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A/N: saw what I did? I still didn't disclose who was at the door. But I left some clues. Here and there.... O hope te atleast read it... I know its not good... :(:( let's hope for the best successivo time!

-Nivi