Betty's POV.

His apology hung between us. It felt surreal because it was the first time he had ever apologised to me. I was stunned for a moment, my grip tightened around the notes.

"What were you reading?" I asked him, glaring straight at him. My heart was still racing hoping he didn't see it. He smiled at me with his dimples flashing like it was a soft, harmless smile.

"I was just looking over your designs. Caught a glance at them and couldn't help myself." He said coolly, my ...