Johnathon POV
Charlotte appeared to be in a relatively good mood this morning, despite having what should have been one hell of a hangover. I walked into the kitchen, my head throbbing and the memory of last night still fresh in my mind.
"Good morning Johnathon" chirped Charlotte, sitting at the dining table, munching delicately on a piece of toast, while clad in a robe and pajamas still.
"Good morning" I mumbled, surprised she was up before me for once.
Then again it had been a sleepless night, with a lot of tossing and turning and frustration that had led to me falling asleep in the very early hours of the morning.
I sat down and a maid placed a plate of food in front of me, along with a fresh cup of coffee. Karen came waltzing in "Here are the lovebirds" she teased, hugging Cha
