Finally caught

Camille's POV 

"Camille, just pick a dress already," Megan groaned, dropping on my bed. "You're going to court, not a fashion show."

"I know," I scoffed, holding up two dresses in front of the mirror. "That's exactly why I need to be careful what to wear right? I don't want the jury ruling against Gavriel because I look like a hobo." 

It had been a week since the whole fiasco with Alan. And Nolan, but frankly, we don't talk about that. I would rather not talk about that.  

I hadn't seen him around after the walk to Megan's home. I had feared that I would see him regularly at work since he had said he was interested in taking over the family business. But he did not show up all week and I was fine with that.  

"This isn't a movie, Camille. I doubt anyone would notice what you're wearing. All they're interested in is Gavriel," 

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