ELARA
Camilla tilted her chin up, studying the containers on the table like they were evidence at a crime scene.
"Thai food." She picked up the pad thai container with two fingers, the way someone might handle garbage. "How quaint. Is this what your new boyfriend thinks you're worth? Takeout from some hole-in-the-wall?"
I said nothing.
"Let me guess—he couldn't afford Nobu? Or Daniel? Even Jean-Georges has delivery now, you know." She set the container down. "But I suppose beggars can't be choosers. You've always had such... modest tastes."
Hermès scarf. Kelly bag. Cream coat. The full armor.
I turned back to the window.
"Nothing to say?" Camilla stepped closer. "Cat got your tongue, sis?"
She laughed. "Let me guess. You kept waiting for that moment. The one where he'd finally lov
