The Pursuit Begins

Camilla sat stiffly in her plush velvet chair, her manicured nails biting crescent moons into her palms. The sharp sting grounded her. She forced herself to take slow breaths, desperate to convince her racing mind that the dark mood radiating from the man beside her was nothing more than lingering disdain. It had to be disgust. It could not be jealousy. She refused to entertain the idea that Domin