Camilla
The invitation to the dinner at Millach LTD had been waiting on my desk all week. I had considered about declining. In fact, I almost convinced myself it was the proper thing to do. But I knew better. As a partner to the company, my absence would have raised questions — questions I wasn't ready to address. Questions that would circle back to Alex.
So, I decided to attend. Not because I wanted to, but because I had to.
As I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my outfit, a knot clenched in my gut. I brushed my fingertips over the slick black fabric, smoothing out unseen wrinkles. The dress embraced my physique in all the right places—exquisite, reserved, a firm display of authority. Yet, beneath the polished façade, my heart was a disaster.
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