CAMILLA'S POV
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"I'll drop you off,", "It's my car," I argue, my knee hopping. Mrs. Geller let me know that they'd be home in thirty minutes, and I'm ten minutes away from their home. It's not near enough time to inspect everything, and I hate that I left the job in the hands of Macey. I saw that the project was perfect on the photo's, but it's all in the details. "Let me just drop you off and then I can take my own car,", "We're almost there, it will take much more time for you to drop me off first," he argues back.
I hate that he's right. I hate that I missed my massage, and I hate that I woke up that late, "Fine, just drive," I deadpan.
Arriving at the Geller's, everyone started to remove the paint in the living room, and I awkwardly stride in, greeting them. Some ask if I'm alrigh
