Chapter 507
Camille
I hate this.
I wish I could miss this stupid birthday party with a husband I never wanted, and who probably hates me. The feeling is mutual.
I hate having to stand by Eva and play into her schemes.
I hate having to smile, and be polite.
I need a smoke badly.
I only take yet another glass of wine. I can feel myself getting drunk. I really should stop.
I see Miss Sick herself being surrounded by some ladies. Probably a bunch of wannabes hoping to become the Commander's sixth wife by sucking up to her.
Honestly, I could give them my position if I could.
I never wanted this life. I want to escape, but I can't.
Eva walks off to socialize. She thrives in this. I don't. Even though I was raised in these circles.
Honestly, saying I hate it is an understatement.
The fucking pills I take from the psychiatrist to help with my craziness make me feel weird. Well, they don't make me feel much, actually.
