As they approached the older man at the bar, Poppy noticed that the silver fox was just as handsome as his son. She found it amusing that is seemed everyone here tonight looked like they were straight out of a mob movie or a fashion magazine, and most of them ridiculously attractive. The idea made her a little self-conscious, if she was being truly honest with herself. Ironic since she didn't seem to know how to be honest with anyone else around her lately.
Poppy never saw herself as beautiful, even though many people told her she was. She felt average at best, and amongst Luke and his people, made her feel even more less-than than normal.
"Luke, can we talk, please?"
Stopping on his way to the bar, he turned to her, clearly annoyed. "Would you stop? Why are you acting so weird?"
"That's just it. I'm not the woman you think I am."
