Dread, an unwelcome but familiar guest, curled in Millie’s stomach as she approached Mr. Jameson’s office again. This time, unlike her first visit, she already had a good idea why she’d been summoned.
It had to be about this morning’s… questionable outfit.
A flash of Evan’s teasing grin and mock-innocent eyes rose in her mind, sending a different kind of flutter through her chest. Butterflies took flight inside her.
Well, if Mr. Jameson wanted to scold her, or worse, fire her outright, she had a perfect scapegoat: Evan Moretti. The smug little prince could answer for this one.
She inhaled deeply, summoning her courage, and knocked.
After an agonizing pause, Mr. Jameson’s clipped voice called out, “Enter.”
Millie pushed open the door, steeling herself.
As expected, Mr. Jameson sat be
