6. Camilla

Camilla

My hands trembled violently as I stood alone across the bartender.

"Miss? Can I get you something?"

I looked at the bartender whose eyes suddenly gleamed with delight when he saw me. As if in a trance, his lips parted but he remained speechless. I shake my head slightly, giving him a smile.

I sigh. I shouldn't have come here. My heart is racing incredibly fast as I imagined the murderous expression on my father's face once he finds out I disobeyed him again. And worse, now Angela is involved.

After Angela did my make-up and even chose a sexy, seductive dress I certainly wouldn't pick for myself, she orchestrated her so-called brilliant plan and led us out of there without a hunch. Somehow, we were able to make it outside of the pack house. There was a car waiting as we stepped outside the back door making me halt in my steps. 'Let's go, we don't have much time,' Angela told me through mind link as she ushered me in. I reluctantly took her hand and climbed in the car and taki