CAMERON'S P.O.V
"Please stop crying, Mille," I tried again, but failed miserably as she only cried harder. I sighed, panic creeping in.
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"Jesus everloving Christ, what are you wearing Bryan?" Is the first question that Easton had asked as he opened the door.
CAMERON'S P.O.VThis was going to be a long, long night.
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"Well, this is a sight I can get really, very, genuinely used to," Cameron commented, his hands gripping my waist,"Good morning, love."
CAMERON'S P.O.V"So," Camille began once she had been sufficiently caffeinated on her fifth cup of coffee in the day,"You and Shay, huh? Wow."
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"Will you be my boyfriend?"I observed quietly as
CAMERON'S P.O.V"Good Lord Cameron, you never told me that you were taking me to a celebrity
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.VWith all the pleasantries done, Dominic moved out of the doorway and ushered all of them inside, placing a gentler hand on the small of Camille's back as he guided everyone to where the festivities seemed to be.
THIRD PERSON P.O.VBefore she knew it, Camille was laughing at Dominic's jokes -- her anxiety melted away ages ago -- as they steered their way back to the living room from the kitchen, a tray full of red cups with ice in Dominic's hands, and a bottle of bourbon in Camille's.