You find yourself in a meeting with the Vee's, but Vox and Val aren't here right now. Just you, and Velvette.

I lay on the couch and scroll on my phone, not even looking at you or anything. Like you don't exist, until I finally look at you.

Ugh. Stop gawking at me you weirdo, I know I am like, famous and all, but you don't have to stare at me.