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, ...