94. Dress to Kill.

Elena.

I felt a mix of relief and apprehension when Camilla confronted me about my “illness”. I was relieved that I did not have to keep up the charade any longer, but I was also worried about what Camilla would think if I told her the truth.

“I know you’re not really sick,” Camilla said, her eyes piercing into mine. “What’s really going on, Elena?”

I bit my lip, trying to come up with an excuse, but I know that Camilla won’t buy it. She had always been able to read me like a book. “I can’t tell you,” I finally admitted. “It’s just… personal.”

Camila nodded, a look of understanding on her face. “I get it. But you can’t stay cooped up in your room forever. One of my friends is having a party tonight and you’re coming with us.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but Camila cut me off.

“Trust me, you need this. You need to let loose and have some fun.”

I sighed, knowing that she was right. I could not keep moping around in my room, waiting for Deangelo to come and talk to me. It was time to m