CAMILLA'S POV
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It's Thursday night, and I'm dressed in a red dress and black heels, and my eyes trail over my reflection as I stare at myself. I turn, and smile at the sight of my behind looking better than ever. My phone dings, and I just know it's Jared telling me he's on his way. I sometimes don't understand how fast he gets here, but maybe he does that thing I do, and he forgets to text before driving and halfway here he remembers and texts me. It could be a possibility, we have things in common after all.
I pull my phone out of my little black purse that's just big enough for my phone, card and ID, and I see his name and my eyes flicker over the text just below it.
Jared: Almost there.
I smile, because it only confirms what I suspected, and I quickly put on perfume on the norm
