11~ A Dinner With Mr Kimber.

I was imagining how my conversation with Mr Kimber would be. Since I wasn't used to him well, I felt this moment shouldn't have come in the first place, and it's all mom's fault for persuading me to have this conversation.

"Urrg! Can my life ever be better?" I grunted as I rolled my eyes sarcastically.

"You look beautiful, but you'll need to apply a little more makeup on." Mom said, rubbing the mascara on my face with a slight touch of the red lipstick. "Now, you look pretty much fantastic." She praised.

"Shouldn't we…" she didn't let me finish my statement, she cut me sharply.

"Please, not now, Delilah. Can you ever for once do some thing without complaining?"

Of course I have to complain, this shouldn't be happening if not for her. In as much as I try to get as far as possible from Mr Kimber, she keeps pushing me forward. If he eventually finds out I'm Camila, he's definitely gonna hate me for the rest of his life.

Not like I really fancy him, no, I guess Camila does.

"You're good t