Doll
she turned and flashed me a fake smile and she wasn't hiding it, "well, what's your name?"
I turned to Adrian, he didn't look at me, he already expected me to know what so say.
"C...Cam... Camilla" I stuttered.
She took a slow sip. Her eyes stayed on me.
"What do you do, Camilla?"
"Art," Adrian said before I could open my mouth. "She's an artist."
Antonia tilted her head. "What kind of art?"
"Paintings," Adrian said. "She's very talented."
I looked at him. I had never painted anything in my life. I drew logos on a computer. That wasn't art. Not to these people.
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