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Camille: Looking up at the two siblings, their faces were exactly the way I imagined each would be in reaction to my news. Daniel was biting back a triumphant smirk, while Lucia looked like she had swallowed a poisoned apple. Her arms were crossed over the other with her body half-turned to me, a sign she hadn’t been expecting any words to come out of my mouth, so she couldn’t even be bothered to give me complete attention, only for my news to make her freeze. Now I had brought everything out in the open, my confidence level skyrocketed. What had I even been so afraid of? I mean sure, my best friend hated me now, but when it came to who to please, I had to choose myself. Lucia’s hung open mouth finally closed and she turned to face me fully. Her steely gaze was speckled with something else I couldn’t place. Sure I had caught her off guard with my controversial outburst, but there seemed to be a pleading look behind her eyes. Or maybe I was just imagining what I wanted to s

Camille: I had won, so why did I have such a heavy, uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach? After Lucia left, I remained standing next to a silent Daniel, my eyes still glued to the door and my mind replaying her last words over and over again. His hand that was clasped around mine now felt too clammy and cold for some reason. I had won, yet I felt a hovering shame over me. Right then, I wished Daniel would start to chuckle and maybe tell me how he was sure his sister had lost it. I wished he would say something that would assuage this damning feeling I felt within me. It was soaking up all the courage I had and I didn’t like that one bit. “What was she talking about?” I asked Daniel as I stylishly pulled my hand away from his. He didn’t let me pull back my hand. “Cam, look at me…” he started to say, using his other hand to push my chin away from the door and toward him. I shook my head. If he had something concrete to say, it didn’t matter if I was loo

Camille: I frowned and shook my head, deciding not to let such uneventful thoughts consume me. When we got to that bridge, we’d cross it. I decided to go grocery shopping just so I could get some foodstuffs to prepare my mom a fresh meal. I was sure she’d missed my cooking. Before long, we were home and with the way my mom was smiling even when she was on her own, I suspected she was already planning our wedding in her head. It was a funny sight, but I didn’t say anything to mock or interrupt her. I enjoyed seeing my mom happy. The door was locked when we got to the apartment. My heart sank when I realized Lucia had simply left because she knew my mom was coming. I couldn’t blame her. Not everyone could keep up appearances. But it hurt nonetheless. At least on the bright side, I wouldn’t have to walk on eggshells on my mom’s first day here. Nothing flew past her, and I wasn’t ready to answer uncomfortable questions yet. Daniel took my mom’s luggage into his room that h

Camille: Hearing him say that wasn’t sweet. It was… quite sad. I admitted I had been selfish in the past because I never saw things from his point of view. It had always been about my feelings; me being disgusted with myself and angry at him for tricking me into sleeping with him. There was always an argument, with me storming off afterwards. Before now, I hadn’t tried to imagine how all of that made him feel. How could the man who was supposed to be my boyfriend be thanking me for not bashing him and regretting my actions after sleeping with him? That was such a low bar. “Hey, hey,” he said when he noticed my face had fallen. He placed his both hands on my shoulders and peered into them with worry. “I didn’t say that to make you feel bad. You had every right to react the way you did in the past, babe. I’m just happy you trust me now.” “Ok,” I said into his chest with a muffled voice. “Cami…,” I jumped when I heard my mother call my name. Her voice sounded so c

Camille: “Did I say something wrong?” My mom asked with a note of apprehension in her voice. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse. How was I going to explain my way out of this one? Even if I did, there would always be some level of tension between my mom and Lucia. What perfect timing for my mom to finally meet her. “She hasn’t been too well,” I said the first thing that popped up in my head. My mom gave me a questioning look. “You mean she’s sick in the head?” She asked with a high pitched voice and her face angled to the side, like she wanted Lucia to hear everything she said. “Because it sure does seem like it.” Every chance I had at reconciling them flew out of the window. My mom was the sweetest woman I’d ever met and I didn’t say that just because she was my mom. She was sweet and looked unassuming, but she could be a beast if she didn’t like you. I was afraid of that happening. “That’s not what she meant,” Daniel said. His jaw was tense. No