“Girl, no way!” Camille enveloped me in a tight hug.
“This is literally a dream come true Camille”
My voice was loud and cheerful. After two and a half bottles of wine, I was feeling a bit tipsy.
Camille had picked me up after the divorce meeting, much to the dismay of Nathan's men. They'd tried their best to stop us but I shoved them aside.
“I would have suggested a sleepover for old time's sake but you're a married woman now so…”
I groaned and rolled my eyes as Camille winked at me.
“Oh please it's just a contract marriage”
“It's still marriage though”
“Don't even start” I nudged her roughly.
“I guess I'm no longer allowed to talk about how absolutely hot Mr Tate is now that he's your husband” she sighed dramatically, a fake pout on her face.
“Shutup!”
“Will I become an aunty
