*Ophelia*

“Are you FUCKING serious, Camila?!” I screech, banging open the door to her dressing room, phone in hand, on the verge of exploding. If flames could logistically come shooting out of my ears, I know that there’d be a fire in no time. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out about your little hospital visit?”

Camila sits in her chair, her makeup brush in hand as she stares at herself in the mirror. She doesn’t even bother turning to face me; instead, ...