Camilla's POV
There was no way in hell that I would ever agree that Rachel was right. The sight of her in his bedroom was already making me hyperventilate but damn it! She is freaking right.
I always have to force myself in here for him to let me but here she was, standing like she belonged here. Talking to me in that voice of hers like she was better than me. I almost scoffed at her pretentious nature.
"Why are you even here?" I asked. "You hate him. You've made that very clear to everyone who would listen. So why are you at his mother's birthday dinner in that dress?"
Rachel looked at me. "That has nothing to do with you."
"It has everything to do with—"
"Mind your business, Camilla." She picked up her bag from the surface beside her and turned toward the door.
I grabbed her wri
