Jasmine’s POV

The weekend went by quietly because mom had given me a cold shoulder. Thinking she would have had a change of heart and appreciated Bradley for what he did, but I was wrong.

I took my frustration with me to work on Monday. A look of gloom was on my face for the entire morning while I carried out my task.

“Jasmine,” a voice said behind me.

He approached my desk and looked at my face, arching his eyebrows with concern and curiosity.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I answered, replacing my unpleasant expression with a fake smile. But he was Evan Hollen and nothing...