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Chapter seven.

Ivery's POV.

I woke up suddenly, my mind still fuzzy with sleep. As I became more aware of my surroundings. I quickly sat up, my heart racing, as the memories of the previous day came flooding back to me. The press conference, the argument with Franco. It was all too much to take in. I put my head in my hands, trying to make sense of it all.

I lay in my bed again, trying to relax my mind, but I could not, as Franco's words were fresh in my head. I groaned tiredly. I stood up lazily as I stumbled to walk, I entered the bathroom to take my bath.

In less than an hour I was through, and I opened my wardrobe to pick a creamy skirt that stopped at my knees and I wore a crop top that showed my cleavage a bit.

I packed my hair, leaving two strands at the front, I was not the makeup type. I looked at myself one more time before stepping out of my room. Franco was standing at the coffee maker, preparing coffee for himself. His back view was facing me.

“Good morning,” I gree