Camilla's POV
I stood on the sidewalk long after Sabrina had left, her words ringing in my head.
You're going to be left alone and single.
Rachel is going to take back her husband.
You're a placeholder.
No. Sabrina was wrong. She had to be wrong.
I looked down at my shopping bags, three thousand dollars worth of silk and lace designed that was supposed to make any man lose his mind.
My plan was going to work.
Vincent might be distracted by Rachel right now, but he was still a man. And men were simple creatures when it came down to it. Give them the right combination of beauty, availability, and desire, and they'd forget everything else.
I drove home and spent the rest of the day preparing.
I took a long bath with expensive oils that made my skin soft and fragrant. I did my makeup
