Camille's POV

My head was pounding when I tied on my apron. I refused to cry. Refused to let myself suffer.

And yet, it felt like my head was about to explode.

"Did something happen?" Nina asked, looking at me with concern.

I hadn't slept well, and apparently no amount of makeup could hide how exhausted I looked or the dark circles beneath my eyes.

"It's nothing," I replied evasively and went to work.

Caesar had come back without telling me. I still couldn't believe it. Or rather, I