Chapter 16

Camille's point of view

By four o'clock, my brain felt like mush. French words swirled together. My hands shook from too much coffee.

Mrs. Harrington noticed right away. "A lady never shows she's tired," she snapped, pushing my shoulders back. "Chin up. Now, let's practice dinner talk."

Two more hours of fake smiles. Pretending to care about boring conversations. Learning how to change the subject without being rude. All because Victoria said I needed these skills for fancy ...