CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

~ Camilla

I paced around my apartment, staring at my wardrobe like I was about to face a damn life-or-death situation. As if picking out an outfit for dinner was going to make everything right again. But no, it wasn’t the clothes that had my mind spinning—it was that damn conversation with Stephano.

What the hell was I doing? I tried to focus on the hangers in front of me, but all I could see was his smug face, his words ringing in my ears like a goddamn echo. I could practically feel his presence.

I grabbed a dress off the rack, not really paying attention to it,...