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7: Revenge
Sweat gathered on Camilla’s palms. She brushed them over her dress and nodded. “Yes.”
Their eyes met, and he nodded. Pulling her into a brief hug, he said, “I really tried, Cam.”
Camilla smiled against his neck and broke the hug. He stayed back in the car while she sashayed to the entrance with as much confidence as she could. Calvin was watching her, so she couldn’t fuck up. One of the men at the door stretched out an arm to stop her from entering the church.
They didn’t speak to her, their lips tilted in a grim smile. Everything in her head yelled at her to turn back and join her brother. It wasn’t too late. But she ransacked her bag for the invite Calvin gave her and offered it to the man on her left. He took a long look at it and nodded. The man on the right opened the door, and she stepped into the church. The doors shut behind her, and her heart drummed faster.
Why did she feel like she had walke
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