Artemis' POV
"Okay, that's enough," Letitia barks, entering the room without knocking and immediately starting to look through my closet for a change of clothes.
"What do you think you are doing?" I tell her as I raise an eyebrow and watch her rummage through my things. Letitia starts throwing clothes on the bed and I stand up as she throws a t-shirt right in my face.
"I'm sick of this attitude you have, so depressed and down. I can't take it anymore. I haven't seen you for a month and I'm going to enjoy your company, with or without your consent," she insists.
I start laughing. "Are you serious?" I ask. I look at her with amusement.
She nods, loading garment after garment of onto my arms. "Totally. We're going to a party today," she says.
I frown. "I'm not much of a party person and you know that." I start to say.
