Chapter Sixty-Six

That night, I get dressed in the overly fancy getup my mother had given me to wear, and leave my room to get Camilla from hers. I glance longingly at Everly’s closed bedroom door as I knock lightly on Camilla’s. I wish I was taking Everly. Hell, I wish I wasn’t going at all. I wish we were going on a walk together, or curled up on the couch watching a movie. Even though I don’t think she would do that with me. A man can dream.

“Evening.” I refocus as Camilla opens her door. She was wearing a skin tight shimmery blue dress that dipped dangerously low in the front. I shook my head a little at my mother’s obvious tactics. I wonder if other sons had to deal with stuff like this.

“You ready?” I ask, looking her in the eye, mostly so I wouldn’t stare at her chest. She nods, and I hold out my arm for her. My mother has her in very high heels, and the last time we’d spent some time together, she told me never used to wear them so she was having a hard time walking these days. Even now I coul