Chapter 90

Tears blind me as the elevator hits the ground floor and I take a moment to compose myself fully. Using the backs of my hands to stem the tears and blot my face without smearing it more. Trying to use the reflection of the chrome doors to clean myself up and wipe my liner and mascara from under my eyes and hide them mess on the black part of my dress. I have always been good at a quick recovery and manage to bring myself to calm and presentable in mere minutes of deep breaths and gulps. Shaking myself, pushing the pain into a deep dark hole that is turning my body icy and my heart numb. Hysteria drying up as logic boots me in the arse. You should have seen this coming, Camilla. You should have never believed in him. I make my way through the hall, head down to avoid security taking a good look and glad Jackson isn't milling around here. He has a day off. I slide into the main part of the club which is crowded with staff doing the daily prep for tonight, and I'm aware of t