Camila’s POV
The smile on my face aches more with each passing moment, but I don’t let it fall. I keep it there, thanking guests who congratulate me on my engagement.
Glasses clink and happy chatter fill the air, creating a lighthearted sensation in the air for everyone except me. It all begins to blend together, becoming less and less exciting. It should feel perfect, though. Tonight was supposed to be perfect, but it’s not.
Alexander has disappeared, leaving me alone on a night that’s supposed to be ours.
The women around me chatter about wedding ideas, and when one turns to me with a question, I excuse myself. Lifting my hand to my temple, I rub the spot and laugh demurely while murmuring about needing some air.
They usher me out with no questions… and why wouldn’t they?
I’ve
