POV: Camilla
I stared at the television screen in the living room, my hands shaking with uncontrollable anger. The screen was too bright and too loud.
The evening news was showing live coverage of the red carpet at the UN Global Relief Gala. “The UN Global Relief Gala is in full swing tonight,” I said, my smile too wide. The reporter was talking about the celebrities and politicians arriving. The feed cut to the red carpet.
Then, the camera zoomed in.
Stepping right out of a black SUV, pushing past the security guards, was Maxwell Jordan.
He didn't even have an invitation. He had promised me he wasn't going.
He’d said it last night like he meant it. “I'm not in the mood for politics and cameras, Camilla. I'll stay in.”
Liar.
But I knew exactly why he was there.
Fiona.
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