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Chapter 7
IRIS pov
Waking up the next morning with a smile on my face, i take a shower and put on a big white T-shirt with a pair of black leather trousers and black heeled boots. I apply my usual makeup and style my hair, putting on a Spritz of perfume before grabbing my backpack and rushing downstairs.
Seeing Bryson in the kitchen, with a cup of coffee in his hand and a plate of waffles beside him. I greet him a good morning with a huge smile, feeling completely energetic today.
Sitting down and about to stuff a waffle with syrup on it in my mouth, I hear a "why's Luca outside our house?" from Bryson.
Rushing to stand up, I walk to the kitchen to see Luca standing beside his car and looking smexy.
Glancing at my phone, I realised I missed a message from him saying he was picking me up today, 5 minutes ago.
Forgetting breakfast, I grabbed my lunchbag
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