Camille
Camille smoothed her skirts, feeling ridiculously self-conscious in what Eliza had coaxed her into wearing. As if the plunging neckline wasn’t enough, the dress was almost entirely made of lace, with only a little strategic lining stopping her from being completely on display. When Camille had tried to tell Eliza no, her sister just laughed and insisted, a twinkle in her eye. If Camille hadn"t already known that her sister didn"t have any precognitive powers, she"d have sworn Eliza knew something about tonight.
Grabbing her phone from her clutch, she checked to see if Dana had texted. People were starting to arrive and her best friend wasn"t anywhere to be seen, which was unusual to say the least. Dana was never late, particularly when there were events to be run and animals to s
