An irritated Camille is a sassy one

Camille's POV 

"Camille the least you can do is cheer up," 

"Cheer up?" I gave him a sullen look. The worst one I could pull. A pouty upper lip, with brows narrowed in anger and a glare. "You told me I only had to marry Chad if I failed at my job with Gavriel!" 

Dad laughed, that silly good natured sound as if my words were silly. It was things like this that had me going off in a rebellious streak when I was younger. He assumed he knew what I wanted, how I wanted, when and fucking where I wanted it.  

I was so done.  

"I've been good at my job," I defended. There was no way Gavriel had told him otherwise. Hell, after getting the call from Dad this afternoon, I had begged Gavriel to call my Dad and tell him I had been good at my job. I did not want to marry Chad.  

I didn't have to beg Gavriel twice.