Jasmine's POV
The weekend went by quietly because Mom had given me a cold shoulder. I thought she would have had a change of heart and appreciate 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 tasks.
"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 got passed Evan Hollen. He saw right through my pretense.
"Tell me what's wrong with you."
"What makes you think something is wrong with me?" I asked.
"Because I know you and sadness is written
