Evelyn’s POV
“It's okay to forget most times. I always knew you were the bookworm type,” he laughed.
I had to laugh too. “I guess I might just go in and sit my ass home for the rest of the day.”
“You know I think you're limited to just your room and that's why you feel so tired. There's a library and a gym house upstairs and if you love music, there's also a sound room, the boss goes there to play with the piano, his sister's piano. Why don't you visit one of those, instead of just staying locked up in your room?” He suggested.
“Great. I think I would do as you've said,” I answered, turning around to head back to my room.
Maybe if I wasn't so rude to Debbie yesterday, I could call her and ask her to help me get the note, but I can't now, not until I have apologized. ‘What do I do now
