Claire looked at her wristwatch for the fifth time in that hour. She had somewhere to be and Camille was running late. First, how did Camille get her number? Second, why did she ask to meet up? To gloat maybe, to laugh at her and remind her that she's responsible for her current predicament.
“Hi, friend.” Camille looked bubbly today. Claire rolled her eyes when she noticed Camille overdressed for a simple meetup.
“I'm not your friend.”
Camille ignored her and signaled for the waiter, “I'll have what she's having.”
“How did you get my number?”
“From your father.”
“My father?”
“I told him at the party that I wanted to clear whatever misunderstanding you might have, so he gave it to me.’
“You lie so easily.” “I thought Logan gave it to you.”
Camille laughed, “you're funny dear. Lo
