Chapter 44

For what seemed like the hundredth time, Grayson knocked on my bedroom door. "Poppy, seriously," he said in an annoyed tone. "Get the hell out of your room. You look so damn perfect and you don't have to get ready any longer."

I rolled my eyes as I put on the necklace Grayson gave me for Christmas. "Grayson, you don't know what I look like right now," I said. "You can wait. I'm almost ready."

"My god, hurry the hell up," he said.

"Someone's impatient," I ...