Camilla’s POV
The cold night air slapped my cheek as I stepped out of the mansion. I didn’t know how I stopped a taxi, drove down there, but somehow, I found myself in one of the darkest clubs on the outskirts of the city.
A club where no woman of honor was supposed to be. The moment I witnessed that scene, I forgot the personality- Camilla, forgot I was a married woman. All I wanted at that moment was to drink away my sorrow.
“A bottle of Tequila, please” I ordered facing the bartender, my voice strained.
The bartender raised an eyebrow, as if he was shocked that someone who was modestly dressed like me could ask for a bottle of Tequila.
He asked no question and went ahead to serve me my order. Good for him, because if he had pushed further, he would have been dining with th
