Camilla pov...
The car stopped.
I looked out the window. A massive building rose against the grey sky—glass and steel, a monument to money. I had seen buildings like this in films, but never from the inside. Never as a participant.
People in suits moved in and out of the revolving doors like ants in a colony. Organized. Purposeful. I was neither.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"The headquarters of my industry."
"Lucian—"
"Let's go."
I hesitated. Then I opened the door and followed.
The guards flanked us as we walked toward the entrance. People stopped. Stared. Their eyes were hungry, curious, judgmental.
"Is that his new fiancée?"
"Bold of her to show her face."
"Why is she shaking?"
I heard the whispers. I felt their eyes on me, eyes that said I clearly did not belong here.
Is this his apology? Parading me like a trophy?
"Wait."
He paused me in front of the whole crowd. Then his lips pressed against mine. He was kissing me.
Why?
