CAMILLA'S POV
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I strut to the exit, which is close to the entrance, the braided basket hanging in the crook of my elbow. "I can't believe that you're not going to open them here," Macey sighs, sounding upset. "There's a ton of people, I'm not going to sit there and be spoiled in front of dozens of people. You saw my last gift, didn't you?" I glace at her with the utter most serious expression, and her lips press into a thin line, pulling wide like a smile as she stares at me knowingly. "Yeah," she murmurs "Let's open it in the car," she gasps, grabbing onto my arm excitedly. "While drinking a mimosa?" I offer and she starts to giggle, nodding, "That isn't even a question," She deadpans, giggling, "Let's do it," I cheer as we stalk down the museum's steps, the basket swings back and for
