Evelyn
My eyes widened slightly at the sight of the roses and Cameron standing there early in the morning. My brows lifted in surprise as I breathed out softly, my hand instinctively reaching to take the bouquet from his hand. "That's...that's so sweet, Cameron," I whispered, my gaze fixed on the roses. A strange guilt gnawed at me, knowing how much effort he put in for me, while I could never reciprocate even a fraction of it. "I-I...thank you so much."
God. I felt so f*****g guilty.
Why was he so nice to me? I so badly wished he was not this nice because it would have made it easier.
"Who is it, Evie?" Clara's voice boomed from inside, snapping me back to reality. Standing in the doorway, I blocked their view of Cameron. They could only catch a glimpse of his blonde hair an
