( CAMILLA )
“ Camilla, the day eight years ago I met the girl to whom I said these words, was it you?” Marcel’s eyebrows rose, a note of surprise in his voice.
Could this be true? Maybe. The guy who walked in that day was really older. Is it a coincidence? I was lost in thought for a moment, trying to find an answer to Marcel’s question. Shining green eyes watched me, the wine glass pressed to my lips and the sweet liquid ran down my throat.
“On that day eight years ago, I had a serious quarrel with my father. It was the first time I had stepped out of the confines of the upper class. I went wherever my eyes could see to escape the pain in my chest. I travelled straight until I came to a large lake, a remote place, unfamiliar, and there on the shore a little girl was shedding tears.
