CAMILLA'S POV.
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I parked my hair up in a high ponytail, as I bent down to tie the lace of my converse.
I didn't even know when I slept off on Lucas's arm, remembering how it felt so warm and secured as he hugged me tightly.
I woke up early in the morning and realized that Camilla and Beatrice were right. Mum wouldn't be happy to see me shut me from the world. I needed to be strong, just as she made me promise her to.
I sighed taking in my features in the mirror, I had lost weight a bit because I thought it was best to starve myself to death and meet my mum.
A tear slipped down my face and I exhaled out wondering when the tears would ever end.
I took a close look at myself and noticed the awkward dark circles beneath my eyes.
I had been having terrible nightmares that made it
