"I have to say, I love seeing you with your friends, but I'm also looking forward to a few, nice hours alone with my son after we haven't seen each other for so long," Joanna Mitchell said as she and Logan left the Palm Woods.

"I think you'll like the restaurant, Mom," Logan said confidently and was about to tell her the advantages of this restaurant when a cheerful voice said, "Hey, Logan."

Logan and his mom looked sideways to see Camille walking towards them in a sun yellow dress.

"Oh, hi, Camille," Logan greeted her uneasily, and couldn't help but notice that she looked really good in that dress. The girl and woman looked at each other in silence for a moment until Mrs. Mitchell cleared her throat, forcing Logan into action. "Um, Camille, this is my mom, Joanna Mitchell. Mom, this is Camille Roberts. We are . . . I mean, we were . . . we . . ."

"We're friends," Camille helped him and held out a hand to Logan's mom, who shook it with a broad smile. "Nice to meet you, Camille. Do you have any plans for today with your mother?"

Camille returned the smile. "Well, in a way, yes. You know, my mom is in Connecticut, but we arranged to meet up for dinner tonight via Skype. I even bought this new dress for it. I know it's a bit silly, but . . ."

"Oh no, not at all. I think it's really adorable. And the dress is really beautiful. Don't you think so, Logan?"

Logan's eyes widened for a second and he started sweating . . . literally. "Oh, um, yes, sure. Very . . . very pretty."

Camille beamed at him gratefully, then turned back to Joanna. "I have to go. But it was a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Mitchell."

"Likewise, my dear. I wish you and your mom a nice dinner."

"Thank you, have a nice evening too. See you later, Logan," Camille said, waved at Logan, and disappeared inside the Palm Woods. Joanna Mitchell watched her son who was looking after the nice girl with an odd expression on his face. She smiled softly. "Uh uh. My mother sense tells me there's something we should talk about, honey."

Logan blinked and looked at his mother in surprise. "What? Oh no, Mom. Don't worry. Come on, let's go or we'll lose the reservation."

"Logan, wait," Joanna said, putting a hand on her son's shoulder to stop him. "If there's something you want to tell me, it is far more important than any dinner reservation."

Logan hesitated and looked at her indecisively. Joanna smiled and pointed to a bench a few steps away from the Palm Woods entrance. "Come on."

After they were seated, Joana placed her hand on his. "Now tell me what's going on."

Logan sighed. "Camille and I . . . we're not just friends. We . . . we were together."

Joanna Mitchell found it difficult to hide her surprise - and also a bit of disappointment. "So you had your first girlfriend and didn't tell me or your father about it?"

Logan shifted uncomfortably on the bench. "I'm sorry, Mom. It's just . . . I would have told you if it had worked out. But the truth is, it was only a short relationship . . . unfortunately."

"What happened?"

Logan hesitated to tell his mother the truth. Like Mrs. Knight, the other moms had also very good relationships with their sons' best friends and Logan didn't want his mom to think badly of James. He had forgiven both him and Camille and didn't want to repeat this story again. He decided not to tell his mother about this unfortunate love triangle incident. "The circumstances are not important. Anyway, I broke up with Camille but . . . but not long after that we kissed again and since then it's been so much more complicated than it already was."

"What does 'not long after that' mean? A few days, a week?"

Logan smiled wryly. "How about five seconds?"

"Oh . . ." Joanna Mitchell replied, beginning to understand why the situation was so complicated for her son.

"Despite the kiss we decided to be friends. But the feelings didn't stop and during the first time I was so confused and didn't know what the right decision was. I thought it would help if we agreed to see other people and I actually met someone. But then . . . then I realized I didn't want to be in a relationship with anyone but Camille. So I wanted to tell her that, apologize, and ask her to give me another chance, but . . . but at that point, she was already dating someone else."

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry to hear that," Mrs. Mitchell said, hugging her son.

"Thanks, Mom. The thing is, no matter how much I wish Camille and I were back together, there's nothing I can do. Because Steve - that's the other boy's name - is actually a nice guy and he doesn't deserve to be hurt. Even though Camille told me they're more casual, she's still unavailable. So I can't do anything but wait. However, I also wonder if it makes any sense at all. Maybe this is a sign for me to forget Camille. I'm so confused, Mom. I don't know what to do. I don't know what the right way is."

"You know, honey, if you are sure that you really and truly love Camille and you believe that she loves you too, then I am sure there will be a way for you. Because true love always finds its way, no matter how many ups and downs there may be."

"Do you really think so?" Logan asked hopefully. His mother smiled. "Of course. Maybe you have to wait a little longer, but at some point the moment will come when everything will fall into place. You will see."