CAMILLE “It's too much” I muttered and Keisha took a step back, pursing her lips as she looked at me, her eyes scanning me almost immediately. “Trust me Cam, it's just the perfect touch” I sighed and let her continue what she was doing to my face. There was no winning against Keisha Badmus, she had her way with things and if she didn't, she'd still have a way. I don't think I could convince anyone the way Keisha always did, I was just daddy's spoiled princess. That's what the press called me ‘the Italian Princess’. It was a major insult to my name as Camille Barone, but of course my papa didn't see anything wrong with me being called a Princess, but I did. Everything was wrong with being tagged as an Italian princess, they all thought I was weak, too dependent on my papa and I hated it, cause I wasn't. I was more than that, fuck, he was my papa I was meant to enjoy all I could from him, I wish I wasn't so affected by their words sometimes. “What are you thinking about?” Keisha
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