CAMILLA'S POV
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I wasn't planning on going anywhere until I left Monday morning, but when my only pair of trousers got a huge stain on it that wouldn't come out, I was left with no choice but to go to the mall. All I wanted was to stay in this hotel, spend time with Jared whenever he could, and eat. I didn't want to run into anybody, but Jared asked me out for dinner tonight, and it's cold. I packed the perfect black trousers that were suitable with any top, but of course it had to have a bleach stain on it.
It's just my luck.
"Are you coming?" Jared asks as I fix my dress and pull a brown leather jacket over my shoulders. The jacket hugs me exactly like the dress does, and I slip my feet into my heels and grab my bag. "I'm coming," I beam, feeling bad because it feels like he's annoy
