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VIVIAN

I turned on my bed and almost fell off.

My eyes snapped open at once. Bright light was streaming into my room through the window.

I sat up on my bed and yawned, taking a moment to really take in my surroundings. My room here was smaller than the one in Nate's mansion but at least I was free of the heartache that came with living in that house.

I made my bed quickly while humming a tune under my breath before skipping to the bathroom to shower and wash my teeth. Now that I was pathetically jobless, I needed to work twice as hard or it would only be a matter of time before I tucked my tail between my legs and sought out Nate. The thought was so repulsive that I almost gagged on my toothbrush.

I sat in front of my vanity, applying my ten step skin care routine while speaking words of affirmation to myself because a nagging fear kept gnawing at me that I might not be able to do well on my own.

Just as I finished applying mascara, my phone buzzed from the pocket of my bathrobe.