Monica's Point of View
"Good morning. How did you sleep," Poppy asked as I walked into the kitchen to see Poppy and Amelia making breakfast.
"I slept well. How about you," I lied. The truth was I didn't sleep well. All I could think about was what happened the night before. Why that hot, arrogant asshole would punch a guy that was dancing with me and claim I was his. He didn't even know me, and he had no right to tell anyone that I was his.
"Dean is on his way over. He will be here in a few minutes," Poppy said as I sat at the table.
"Why is he coming over here?" I asked, hoping they didn't hear how my heart started beating faster, knowing Dean was coming over. I hated that I would react like that.
"I told you he is coming over to apologize to you for the way he acted last night,"
