Chapter 58

This bar is upper-class and elegant, unlike the clubs I frequented in the city, and Camilla had been extremely strict about which outfit I put on for our evening. I’m in a fitted cocktail dress, black with subtle beading, hair straightened and sleek, and killer black stilettos to finish it all off. I look more like a girl in her mid-twenties than the baby-faced one from this morning, and the whole outfit makes me seem taller and somehow womanlier. I feel more in control and less roadkill, and this new confidence in my hair and clothes is helping me relax.

Camilla is already working the room with champagne and dragging me behind her like a pet puppy. I am completely out of my depth in this scene, despite having a family that frequents these places a lot. I have often been too young to go anywhere like this or chosen not to, and I’m doing my utmost to act relaxed and casual about being here.

“Sophie, this is Malcolm. He’s a banker and a lush bit in the sack.” Camilla giggl