CAMILLA

CAMILLA

I sighed at my reflection in the mirror for the umpteenth time, staring critically at the dress I was picking for our date.

It was sequin blue and most definitely too formal to go to the tracks.

The thing is I had never been on dates before that did not involve family events and occasion and parties where I had to be the prime and proper daughter, smile at the men my father introduce me to and try to listen to them boast about a lot of things.

That was why I was having problems picking out a proper outing dress. It was definitely too late to hit the mall for something other than heels and dresses and so I decided to settle for pants.

No one could go wrong with pants and a plain tee accompanied by sneakers.

I was soon dressed and began to pack my hair up before I recalled Nathan’s stern warning about liking my head down.

I blushed again at this, shaking my head. He was just messing with me so why did that somehow do something entirely different to my system.

I have had men come