CAMILLE

It was 7:22 p.m., and I couldn't sleep.

Not after today?

I never thought I would see him again, even come so close to him. All my fantasies about him had ended in my mind and in the endless reels of pleasure it gave me almost every night.

Yet, after all this time, I finally see him again, and he is with another woman whom he dares to try to lie to me about.

Who does he think I am?

He must consider me to be a fool who has no idea what business and pleasure mean.

What were you ...