Camilla's POV
I knew the moment people saw my bruises, they'd take my side.
It was perfect, really. Vincent harassing Rachel, and me standing there with a battered face, everyone would naturally assume he'd done it. Or at the very least, they'd see me as the victim and Rachel as the aggressor.
I'd turned the tables completely. They would eat Rachel up. I gasped when Vincent grabbed my hand in a painful grip, holding it up as he examined me.
"What do you mean Rachel beat you up?" he demanded. "When did this happen?"
I didn’t respond immediately, still playing the victim card. He seemed to have run out of patience because he kept berating me, “Camilla, are you out of your mind? I told you to tell me whenever anything happens to you.”
He started turning me around and inspecting me like
