Camilla
I groaned for what felt like the millionth time that day, embarrassment flooding my veins. It had been a few days since I'd asked Michael out, and I was still completely mortified by the whole encounter.
I had very rarely been turned down by men up to this point, and I hadn't really been expecting that outcome.
Maybe I should have.
I might have miscalculated in this situation, and that was almost as frustrating as being rejected. If there was one thing my parents had taught me, it was how to be calculating and how to make the right moves. Something about Michael just frazzled me completely and made it hard for me to think straight.
It was weird to feel such conflicting emotions: on one hand, I desperately wanted to see him again, despite the fact that he'd turned me down. At the same time, the thought of facing him again made me want to disappear and never face anyone again.