Chapter 25

I never saw Florence, not even her shadows. I didn't even ask Elise because I knew she didn't have any answers. Even small gatherings are none. It is like she disappeared on the scene. I miss her. I wish I had a phone just to call her, but I don't have any privileges. Elise is the only one who accompanies me every time I feel lonely and always checks and looks out for me.

"Let's find something simple yet elegant for you, like you, Camille," Franchesca said, snapping my thoughts from the walk-in closet. Trying to look for a dress for the said dinner. I knew there was something I felt about her different from Florence that I always adored.

I was about to ask again, but it's too obvious what she said. Why did I feel excitement deep down for her? I knew it's been weeks since I didn't see Florence... But why did I feel something about Franchesca? It feels so weird. I know they are both very gorgeously attractive, sharing those genes. God forbid for their looks—not angels but dolls.