Fourteen

I looked at Camilla, a small smile spreading across my face, pleased with how far I had come. The girl treated me as if I was love-bombing her, which was partly true because I was showering her with compliments and calling her the most beautiful woman I had ever met.

My gestures were cringe-worthy and over the top, but how else could I persuade her to believe me? Women all over the world enjoy being praised and complimented, so I took advantage of this information.

"May I book us a hot air balloon ride for next weekend? I know you'll love it," I said to her as I handed her a bouquet of roses.

After I kissed her, the poor girl's comfort level dropped. She was acting like she had cheated on that jerk, Ziah.

It didn't help that she was astute and could detect flattery and charm, especially when I told her that I felt we had a strong connection.

"Any hobbies?" I asked her to keep the conversation going, but she shrugged.

"I enjoy singing. Zeke says I can make it big in the singing world,