CAMERON'S P.O,V
My eyes followed Shayla's small, understanding smile — her lips tipping up in a faint smile, her eyes sparkling with a little more mirth than usual — and then she stood on her tip-toe, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
"Okay."
A small word, a four-letter small word that had my heart warming up — a small word that flickered the hope in me. Maybe we could work out, after all.
As I watched Shayla guide a nervous Stan away from the crowd, I sighed, feeling hopeful all of a sudden.
But it was very short-lived when my eyes trained on the red-haired woman standing a few feet away from me, her green eyes on me — and when she caught me looking, she raised her glass in a greeting.
I gulped nervously. Why was she here?
What could she possibly want?
"Cameron Taylor," Amber smiled at me,"Look at you — don't you look fancy."
"What do you want, Amber?"
She laughed a little. "Why so formal, Cam?"
"Because it's you — a woman who probably didn't think twice before betraying me and cheating on
