The day after Camille's birthday, she calls me to her mansion for a cup of tea.
This time, we sit in the big balcony with a breathtaking view of the city and the far mountains.
I can't help but smile when I notice that Camille is wearing the yellow socks that I made for her. I thought she'd never wear them.
"They are so cute and warm." She says. "You're a ball of talent."
"Thanks." I throw her a smile. "So, how did you like my other birthday gift."
Camille takes the cup of tea and sips it slowly as she observes me. She sets the cup away and clears her throat.
"Thanks for Vanessa's head." She starts. "I want to cook it and then swallow it whole so that I never have to see that bìtch again! But I can't."
"What do you mean?" I ask in confusion.
"We won't do anything about it."
"Wha
