~ Camilla's POV ~ I stared at the gown on the chair, my fingers hovering but not touching. The silken red fabric was exquisite, the kind of dress that made everyone turn their heads, but it felt like a costume, not mine. “I don’t want to go,” I muttered under my breath, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The woman who stared back at me looked like a stranger. I could see the bags under my own eyes. A light knock on the door, and I already knew who it was. "Come in," I said, still staring back at myself in the mirror. "They're here, ma'am," Mary's voice boomed from outside. "Let them in," I sighed. Two women entered, one carrying a large box, the other a small case. “Good evening, ma’am. I’m your makeup artist, and she’s your hair stylist,” one of them announced. I nodded. Soon, they set to work. Brushes traced across my face, and pins twisted my hair. They showed me catalogs to choose from, but I barely looked. If only Olivia were here, I thought. She’d know what to
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