CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
~Camilla
I sat at my desk, staring at the screen, but my brain was doing anything but focusing on work. The clock ticked slowly, each second feeling like an eternity. My mind kept replaying Elvis’s words: “I was wondering if maybe we could get drinks, maybe have dinner together later tonight.”
Was he really asking me out? Was I hearing things? I mean, Elvis?
I blinked a couple of times, trying to shake off the weirdness, but it was like my brain had decided to press replay on that conversation like a broken record.
“Dinner?” I whispered to myself under my breath, making sure no one was around to hear my stammering. I didn’t even realize I was grinning like an i***t until I felt the weird warmth creep up my neck.
What was I even supposed to say? Should I have jus
