Chapter 8
The morning sun poured through gaps in the thick blackout curtains, coming to rest right on her closed eyes.
Camille opened them to just a slit, wincing at the migraine that set in almost immediately. Her body felt like lead, like something was crushing her.
She looked around the room when her vision settled. Dark golden walls glowed from the sunlight, and a luxurious carpet covered the floor beneath her bed.
Her brows furrowed in confusion.
She put a hand up to her head and sat up, trying in vain to ease her headache, "Where I'm I?" She said scanning her environment.
The room was really large, a chandelier was attached to the white ceiling, with men's clothes and cologne hanging around the room.
"Where I'm? How…did I get here?" She said, trying to straighten her hair with her fingers. She crawled out of the bed and picked up her phone and made a call.
Camille hung up the phone when she was done with the man on the phone.
Unexpectedly, the phone rang again.
Watching the name on the screen, she was slightly stunned, and her eyebrows was knitted subconsciously.
Even her appetite disappeared in an instant.
She answered it in the end, and her tone was cold, "Mom."
"So you know I'm your mother!"
Miriam's thundering voice came over from the phone and she could not help but put the phone away from her ear.
In the end, she just put the phone beside her and turned on the speaker instead. "What do you want?"
"'Where are you?"'
She sighed silently, and said lightly, "Why do you ask?"
"Why? Do you still think of me as your mother? Are we still your family?"
Camille did not want to waste any more time debating nonsense with her, and asked coldly, "What exactly do you want?"
Miriam was enraged by her cold tone, but finally suppressed her anger.
Instead, she said plainly, "We are having a family dinner tonight, you should come home."
"I won't come."
"We are still a family, what's wrong with having a dinner with us?"
Camille just sneered, "You never think about me even when there's holiday. You never visited me when I got married. You never asked how I'm coping after my divorce. Now, all of a sudden, you are inviting me for a dinner?"
"You!" Miriam was infuriated, "I'll ask you one last time. Are you coming or not?"
"'I'm not!" Camille said seriously.
"Alright, if you say so! If your father had not persuaded me to invite you, I would never have." Miriam felt hopeless talking to Camille. She thought she was too cold to her all the time.
"Your father has a message for you. Although, It will benefit me if you didn't come." Then she just hung up the call.
Camille began to call back but abruptly paused when she heard the whispering behind the door.
She's still asleep. You will meet her when she is awake-"
"Just a little glance." A woman begged.
"My grandson is getting married!" She chirped giggling loudly.
"Married? Married to who?" Camille cocked her head and tried to comprehend what was happening. Suddenly a gasp escaped her lips. She had remembered everything that happened last night. Her face had grown tomato red. She buried her face in her hands, trying to rid herself from the memory.
Though her memory was a little unclear, she was not entirely unconscious.
She remembered what had happened between her and the man after putting together her scrappy memories.
"Ahhh! How embarrassing!"
No matter how regretful she was, she could not undo what she had happened.
The door swung open exposing an old woman that is still pretty despite her age.
"Oh my God! She is so pretty." The old woman squeaked.
Camille widened her eyes at the old woman that had a wide smile that folded both sides of her lips. Not knowing what to do, she returned the smile and dragged her eyes to the man that brought her to his house.
Sean looked uninterested with his grandma's series of screams.
"Grandma, she will meet you later, you are making her feel uncomfortable."
"Oh nonsense. She will get comfortable with my warm welcome."
Sean rolled his eyes and strolled to his table to pour himself a drink.
Grandma snorted, "Well…" she smiled at Camille, clasping her fingers. "How did you meet my grandson? I know he can be much of a trouble."
"Grandma please-"
"Alright." She laughed.
"I can't believe my grandson can be embarrassed like this." She turned to Camille. "You will tell me at breakfast, okay. I'll be waiting for you downstairs for breakfast, my dear." Grandma said with a stiff smile.
"Ah..yes-yes, I'll be there soon, grandma." She finally spoke after being tongue tied for sometime.
Grandma beamed with joy and clasped her finger as she turned back to leave the room.
"Sean-she whispered. "What…what was that about?"
"What was what about?" he said feigning ignorance.
Camille gritted her teeth . "marriage? Marrying who?"
"I know you know the answer to that question, you seemed quite smart last night." He taunted.
Her eye brows furrowed why didn't she recognize this annoying side of him last night? Right! She was too drunk…but did she drink that much?
She sighed. "I…I want to go home." She finally said.
"yes-you will-of course, I'm not some kind of kidnapper…but I do have a proposal for you." He continued.
She raised her eyebrows and chuckled lightly. "And what kind of proposal will an influential person like you want from a girl like me?"
"Marriage."