Camila stumbled slightly as she pushed through the crowded bar, the whiskey coursing through her veins. She wasn't drunk, not yet, but the liquor had taken the edge off, making her feel more relaxed, more carefree, like a bird free from its nest. She slipped her phone into her leather jacket, the screen glowing with the confirmation text from her driver. He'd be waiting outside, ready to take her wherever she wanted to go.
As she stepped out into the cool night air, Camila felt a sense of liberation wash over her. The music and laughter of the bar faded into the background, replaced by the hum of the city. She still didn't know why she chose Australia but was glad she did.
Taking a deep breath, she strolled to the car with her boots clacking chaotically and disorganized.
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