CAMILLA

CAMILLA

“So, tell me little dove, how is work going?”

I was wondering how long at the dinner table it would take my father before he began prying and it took ten minutes which I must admit surprised me.

“I am not going to tell you anything about Na… Mr Clark so do not bother asking” I announced.

“I was merely asking how work is going seeing as you have your face plastered on half the newspapers in the state running away from some restaurant with Nathan Clark”

“Jason…” My mother warned.

“What are you doing, little dove?” My father asked.

What was I doing? That was a valid question because it would seem that I was also very confused about that.

Nathan was yet to respond to my messages and my father was hounding me.

“I am working on my own and you should be happy for me” I shot at him.

“I am happy for you, my love… I am just worried about whom you are working with”

“He is not who you think he is and if you are going to follow the rest of the world to judge him then you are not the man I