Ella Lattone’s POV
I was sitting at the table in the conference room of the new faculty and graduates. I don’t see that Hayes has come here. Maybe he was an exception since he was a TA and a very well-known alumni after all.
Ella Lattone’s POVI sighed as I was looking at the slides. It was too much information that I was not familiar with but thanks to the introduction that I have last week since the start of the semester, I can say that I was liking this kind of information. It was fresh and new.
Ella Lattone’s POVI sighed as I was getting out of the hall after I handed in my quiz to Max. I was smiling because I know that Cameron has been helping me with it. I think I can make sure that I will repay him by going out to dinner with him.
Cameron Hayes’ POVI was looking at the two figures that belonged to my mother and Ella. I shook my head as I know that my mother was talking with Ella, no doubt about my secret as I followed them into the drawing-room. I heard that we were the last one to arrive.
Ella Lattone’s POVI blinked as I was looking at the end of the table. Mr. Hayes was looking at me as he was smiling while Cameron was grunting in his seat. “So, what are
Ella Lattone’s POV “I never knew that you were good at playing the guitar. Is that your composition?” Cameron asked me as we were walking to my front door after we were coming from the dinner at his parents' mansion. I blushed.
Ella Lattone’s POVThe weekend passed by and I don’t think I was being productive after all. I woke up, showered, eat, and then stared at the ceiling for another hour or so before I was looking at the clock and realized that the time has flown by me.
Ella Lattone’s POV “I don’t think this was a good idea,” I said as I was looking at the short red dress that was sleeveless. I don’t know why I let Daisy has her fun of dressing me up. I was not for one to be dressing up when I was in a public setting except for a few occasions.
Cameron Hayes’ POV “Okay, here we go. Nice and slowly,” I said as I was sliding her onto the backseat of my car. I sighed as she was struggling to get inside. She was throwing tantrum like a child, which I found very cute about her.