CHAPTER SIXTY
~ Camilla
The Day Of The Gala: 6:42 PM.
I checked the time for the fifth time in three minutes.
He said he’d pick me up at seven. But I was already dressed. Already spiraling. Already pacing my tiny apartment in a floor-length black satin dress that made me feel like a damn impostor in my own skin.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror. Hair swept up. Shoulders bare. Earrings sparkling subtly. Neckline just toeing the line between classy and are-you-seriously-wearing-that. My heels made me tall enough to lie about it on dating apps, and the slit up my thigh was doing things to my self-esteem I hadn’t felt in years.
I looked… good.
Too good.
And my first thought wasn’t You look like a goddess…it was What if he laughs?
What if he saw me and immediately re
