CAMILLA'S POV
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Five margaritas later and a howler of laughter, my head is slightly spinning when I move to fast, and my cheeks are sore because Nick keeps on making me laugh. He's been entertaining me while he works, and I feel honored to have met such a gentleman. He might be a bartender, but he's kind and has very good manners, plus he has charm and I one hundred percent believe that he learned game by working at this bar. "So your sister just tripped over her feet and landed in her cake all by her own?" I ask, howling. He chuckles along, his eyes squinted as he smiles widely, "Yes, and the f****d up part is that I wanted to push her face into it first," his head drops back as he laughs.
I feel the air change as someone slides in beside me, and I turn to look, my smile brighter than
