Autumn's POV

What happened earlier with Agatha still played in my head like a sweet little song. I'm glad I slammed the door on her face because I don't know why she came to talk about nonsense to me this early in the morning. But the image of her couldn't stop playing in my head. I remembered every details about her.

Her red, puffy face. The anger in her voice. The way she looked like she wanted to strangle me but couldnt even form the ...