Meadow’s POV:

“Cami, can I ask you a question?”

I was seated in a chair in front of the mirror while she worked on my hair. Tonight was Clarissa’s opening party, and yes—I was still going.

Mainly because I hoped that HE would be there.

Alaric.

My heart still ached whenever I thought about him, and a simple fix would be to simply stop thinking about him… but I couldn’t. He was connected to everything. My thoughts literally revolved around him.

Just like right now.

Camilla ...