Camille
“Thank you,” Camille said to the Mayor as he walked away. While he hadn’t said much, he’d left a pretty sizable donation, which is what they were really after tonight. The ticket price was all very well, but with this gala, like most, it barely covered costs. The way they made money for charity was the donations, not to mention the auction later in the evening; once people were good and drunk and more likely to spend their money. The first time she’d seen one happen, she’d felt a little icky about it all, but Dana reassured her that it was normal. Plus, the prizes were all decent quality. She’d seen a diamond bracelet she secretly wanted but had no chance of ever affording. It was a simple silver chain with a tiger’s face as the clasp and diamonds set into its eyes. Small and dain
