Camilla's POV continues
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I take a few minutes to myself before I shower, I straighten my hair while singing to Grace Carter's 'Saving Grace'. I slip into one of the dresses Mirabelle left in here.
Taking my contacts out I take a minute to look at myself in the mirror. I have a huge mirror in my room at Dark Moon but I never used it. When I was younger I was only allowed thirty-five seconds to stare at my reflection, forty-five if I was lucky.
Mom did it to avoid a self absorbed or worse, overly insecure daughter like the ones she already had. Despite that measure, I did develop insecurities. I look away from the mirror and down into my lap.
“Hey.” A voice says from behind me, making me stumble.
“Belle, You scared me.” I say clutching my chest to make sure my heart hadn't jumped out when she startled me.
“Dang girl you look amazing! Where is your fucking waist?!”
I laugh and look up at her.
“No for real. Hey, since when do contacts sparkle? Do you have an extra pair?...” I see how she's Martin's sister, overly active just like her brother.
“They are not contacts, the brown ones are.” I truthfully admit.
“How is everything about you shocking, what next, you'll tell me you're not blonde...” She pauses to search my face for an answer, “Oh my God seriously?”
“My hair is coffee brown... What is it?” I giggle when I realise she's studying me too Thoroughly. “Is it my hair, does it look bad straightened? It's too long isn't it?” I panic.
She shakes her head smiling, “No, it's perfect. You're perfect, I'm just happy to see you dressed up.”
“Thanks. Sorry I wore your dress.”
“Don't worry about it, it's all yours. I have a lot more new dresses than I can count.” She says heading to her wardrobe. She changes into a white dress with blue stilettos and a blue blazer to complete her look. Her hair has long been cut, apparently it's part of the ritual. “Come on, let's go before we miss all the good songs and tomorrow's gossip.”
“I just need to grab a pair of contacts and heels from my room.”
She pauses looking at my outfit, “Heels yes, contact no.” she sneers.
“Okay.”
We swing by my room and I pick a pair of black heels to compliment my red dress. “You know? You're the one that doesn't need makeup.” She smiles, hooking her arm in mine to drag me to the huge party hall outside.
Lights, disco lights, neon lights, too many lights. Do they know how much power is being consumed by those lights? Fuck the lights, the music is loud but not too loud, Fun and Janelle Monae's -We are young is bursting through the speakers. I scan the room and everyone seems happy, Even the girl groups I've witnessed bickering over the past few weeks are together.
My eyes are searching for the one thing they can't seem to find, they've landed on everything and everyone that isn't him. Mirabelle leads me to the other side of the hall that I didn't know exists and there he is.
My nightmare and wet dream. I suck in a breath as I take in his appearance, this is the first time I've seen him in a suit, well half a suit-if that's a thing. His white shirt is neatly tucked into his trouser, the classy gucci belt screaming money from miles away.
His feet are graced by white Air Force 1s they're too white, they must be fresh out the box. His hair is it's usual sex hair classic that seems to be working better for him than any style ever will. How could I have missed the bling on his wrist blinding the women around him.
“Adrian!” Belle yells over the music. When he turns I suck on another breath, I thought I could look him in the eye but I was lying to myself, the second he's close I cast my eyes down.
“Good you're here. I was getting worried.”
“About me or-”
“You who else.” He laughs.
“Well you've seen me, I'm safe, sober but not for long come on girl.” She says dragging me with her once again, I finally exhale throwing my head back, once again, you're my hero Mirabelle.
One, Two or is it three hours that go by? I seem to have lost count, I don't recognize the song people are dancing to the same way I don't recognize the girl throwing herself at Alpha Adrian.
Mirabelle left to find Racheal a while ago and she didn't come back. I've taken the time to analyse the people I've encountered more than once. Most of these drunkenly happy people are annoying the shit out me, they're forgetting they'll feel shittiest when hungover.
Those in debt will be swimming in more debt, those with broken relationships will wake up to pick up the pieces tomorrow.
“Hey boo.” Racheal says grabbing a seat next to me, with four girls following her.
“I honestly thought she was gone for good. I mean who just ups and disappears and shows up six months later to claim a throne that doesn't even belong to her.” One of the girl's frowns.
“I know, but there's nothing you can do about it, Angel is Alpha's favourite toy. You were good for five minutes but it's time you moved over.” Racheal laughs. “Ouu there's my prey for tonight, wish me luck.” She smiles, slipping out her chair and following a boy I don't recognize.
“I understand how Adrian is hot but are you kidding me? I would never leave my mate for him especially knowing his mate is out there.” the blonde one, we caught him with snorts.
“I would still do anything to be Angel.” The redhead frowns.
The girl whose name I've now learned is Angel, is tugging on Alpha's belt as he kisses her cheeks while she pretends to loath it. I clean out the table I'm sitting at, dropping someone's glass. “I'm sorry I will get you another one.”
“No it's fine, I got it.” she says, slipping out of the booth. Her friends remain chatting among themselves. I follow her to get myself another glass considering I knocked my ice cold sparkling water down.
“Apple.” I told the bartender.
“Hey.” A voice says from across the bar, I smile politely at him, I have seen him before but he's not from this pack, he doesn't have any pack tattoos on him.
“Can I get you a drink, beautiful?” He smiles. I look over my shoulder to see who he is speaking to. “I'm talking to you.” He chuckles. I shake my head, turning my attention to Alpha Adrian, he's gone and the girl he was with is now coming my way.
“Name is Trey.”
I ignore him and watch Angel go behind the bar, she pours a bottle of gin which I'm guessing is for Alpha Adrian and not her. She smiles at Trey, “Hey Kid..” her eyes wander to me. “Cute date.”
“She’s not my date loser.”
She sticks her tongue out at him and leaves, swinging her hips left and right for everyone to admire. I follow her with my eyes until she reaches Alpha Adrian, she hands him the glass and he kisses her cheek and whispers into her ear, it makes her laugh.
“Oh so it’s not that you’re interested in women it’s him huh? Well good luck because Angel won’t let you get to him. My cousin is clingy on him.”
I instantly turn to him with wide eyes, “Cousin?”
“Unfortunately.” He growls.
The bartender hands me my glass and I slip away from Trey offering him a smile.
Mirabelle, I need Mirabelle but I can't find her anywhere. My eyes land on Martin, I guess he'll have to do.
“Hey.” I tap him on his shoulder and he turns smiling.
“Dreamboat, don't you look lovely tonight, let me see you-” he says, holding my hand to twirl me. “See, dresses are your thing after all.”
“Thanks.” I giggle.
“Glad to see you, you're the only one I couldn't find tonight, well you and Moon. I wanted to introduce your replacement.” He says pulling the girl he's with to his chest.
“Kristina Bloom, but you can call me Summer.” She smiles holding out her hand, I shake it and return her smile. “Camilla Burton, so happy to finally meet you.”
“Don't worry sugar, you'll always be my first hot girlfriend.” He teases.
I laugh, my eyes on Summer, “Very funny.”
“Well I have to drop off someone because they're cranky, I will see you tomorrow.” He winks.
“Bye Camilla, it was nice meeting you, you're so pretty.” She smiles. I wave as they walk away.
Having no choice left, I drag myself back to the table I've confined myself to all night, it has a great view of the party. I continue to watch Angel and Alpha Adrian from my seat, all while imagining the million way's I'd kill them both.
“Hey.” A girl nudged me, “You want some?”
I take it look at her hand she's holding out pills, why would I want fucking- “You look gloomy it's a party, this will help lift your spirit’s.” She giggles.
I look at the pills in her hand, definitely different from the ones I take. “What's this?”
“I can't say, but it makes you feel like you're flying. Trust me I'm just trying to help, it's the festival after all we're supposed to ensure peace, love and happiness among everyone so the moon goddess blesses us with it the next half of the year. ”
“You seem bored and upset, is that how you want your year to end?” The blonde girl snarls.
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