Camille’s POV My eyes were fixed on the road I was walking on, yet my mind wasn’t on the path I was meant to take. Thea was already browsing through clothes, picking out items she liked, while Becca lingered at the bags section, carefully examining designer pieces and weighing her options like she always did. I had called them out today because I needed to unwind. Yet even here, surrounded by luxury and noise, Mr. Ashford words were still fresh in my head. I was supposed to be angry and pissed off, I reminded myself. I was supposed to be enraged. After all, he had been rude. He had dismissed me simply because I had wanted to help. He had sent me out of his office like I was nothing. And yet, instead of anger, my thoughts clung stubbornly to his voice. To the shiver it had sent down my spine and the unfamiliar tingles I hadn’t been prepared for. “Oh my God, these collections are just so beautiful,” a voice gushed beside me. I turned to see Becca admiring a new wave of bags,
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