The Miracle of You
Camille’s gaze rested there, her eyes widening as she spotted macaroons, chocolate truffles, and towering cakes decorated with edible gold leaf.
Not only that, but crystal flutes of champagne and colorful cocktails rested on trays nearby.
“Hungry?” Christian asked.
Camille tried to seem calm and dignified, but she could feel her stomach rumbling silently in protest, so she had no choice but to be honest.
“Yes,” she said begrudgingly.
“Then let’s go,” Christian said gallantly as he led her towards the buffet table.
As they walked over, Camille couldn’t help but glance at him. She hadn’t taken a closer look earlier because she had been too self-conscious about her appearance and the media’s re
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