Camilla stared up at the chandelier, her mind going completely blank as she couldn't utter a single word.
The surrounding whispers grew louder, and the way people looked at her began to change. Their initial adoration and envy quickly morphed into suspicion and deep scrutiny.
Camilla's face burned hotly, feeling even more humiliated than the day she got pasta sauce smashed into her face. She knew that if she stayed any longer, her cover would be blown sooner or later, so she used a fake illness as an excuse to flee to a second-floor restroom.
She shut the door and leaned heavily against it, trembling with sheer rage.
How did that b***h Harper know so much? Just what exactly was her background?
This wouldn't do. She had to find a way to crush her completely. Otherwise, it was only a ma
