Twenty-Five

Camilla

I wasn't expecting George to abandon his duties at the clinic and take me to his friend's house, but he did, and that warmed my heart. The fact that he was always eager and enthusiastic to help me was something very rare, and it was hard to believe that I would receive such love from people who weren't family.

When we arrived at the venue, we waited for close to an hour, but there was no sign of his friend. I began feeling restless and mentally berated his friend for being a time-waster.

"Do you really think she's here? We've been waiting forever," I said to George, who had attempted to distract me and maintain patience.

"Absolutely. Her car is parked outside, and she's always fashionably late—a bit of a diva. Let's give her some more time."

"Sure. I don't have anything to do today, but you need to head back to the clinic."

"Don't worry about me," he said, pulling me closer and placing a peck on my cheek. I was relieved that it wasn't my lips—as bad as that sounded.

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