Cammy read the note: "Please wear this on Sunday. Something might come up, and I want you to look your best—feeling confident with no regrets. Trust me on this, okay?"
It was from Greg…
She crumpled it quickly and tossed it in the trash with a frustrated sigh. Her busy schedule preparing for the design presentation hadn't left her any time to shop for something to wear to Dylan's school event and award ceremony.
"'Trust me,' my ass! What could possibly happen at a school event that I should be worried about?" she muttered irritably.
But curiosity got the best of her. Cammy decided to at least see what was inside. She brought the box into her apartment, setting it on the dining table beside her bag and laptop.
When she opened the box, her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped at the stunning sight before her.
