Alexa's P . O . V
"You're kidding right?" I demanded as I was seated on Joanna's bed and she explained for the seventeenth time this morning how I woke up on my bed still on my dress.
"I'm not! He brought you in here himself last night" She informed me for the eighteenth time now.
She began to ramble on about how she watched him from the window when she heard his car pull up outside and blah blah blah while I flashed back the events of last night ignoring her story I've heard a countless times since I woke up myself way early this morning feeling uncomfortable sleeping in such dress. I recalled dragging myself out of the cinema as the very last thing I remember of our date.
Speaking of cinema!
"Guess who watched the final season with the president on her birthday last night?" I asked
