Amelie’s POV
When we arrived home at noon, Kimmy & Morgan were already at the penthouse. They were up on the roof with Dante and Dutton enjoying the pool.
“Amelie!” Kimmy shouted out. “Get your bathing suit on and come join us.”
“I can’t go swimming,” I pointed at my head. “Stitches.”
“What?” Kimmy gasped and climbed out of the pool.
“I slipped on the stairs and hit my head,” I advised.
“Ouch, you need to be more careful,” Morgan said from the pool.
“I might go lay on the stone beds, though,” I stated.
“Oooo…. I’ll join you,” Kimmy said. “Morgan, are you coming?”
“Sounds like a plan, ladies,” Morgan said, hopping out of the pool.
We headed into the relaxation room, and I stripped out of my sweater and leggings. I had just thrown on a sports bra and boy shorts this morning, so I
