Adrianna never detested Monday mornings. In fact, she loved how Mondays signified the beginning of something new. She was maybe one of those rare ones who loved the onset of Mondays. But not this time. The weekend had given a lot of unnecessary time to overthink whatever had happened that night at the club. She had shut herself out for the entire weekend, refusing to see another human being or even talk to one so that she could process what had happened, her actions, and her realization, and the supposed indifference she had seen in Daniel when she was leaving was something she couldn't get out of her mind, which terrified her. Not to forget the dreams that graced her sleep. Ah! The less said about them, the better. She had recurring dreams of that mysterious Tony Stark leaning in closer a
