Camille's POV

I felt like a teenager about to go on her first date when I opened my closet and realized I had nothing decent to wear.

Caesar had asked me to rest and take my time, but the truth was, I was anxious. Still, I waited another three days, at least long enough for the bruise on my forehead to fade a little.

Three days spent thinking about Caesar, about our date. Up until then, I could count on one hand the number of times I'd kissed him, which only made me more nervous.

I close