Chapter Sixty-Three

"Ma'am? What are you doing here?" She turned to Mrs. Alvarez's weird outfit and she could tell the woman behind the dark sunglasses was his mother. Mrs. Alvarez froze on the spot, there was he way to hide now, she had been caught red-handed by Camille.

"Did you perhaps forget something? I was just going to the spice counter?" She asked, pretending to not think of the reason she was.

"Erm…? I…?" Mrs. Alvarez stammered searching for a lie to tell this time. How was she going to tell the young lady she doubted and followed her because she thinks she was hiding something?

That would be more embarrassing.

"Ma'am?" She pats her on the shoulder.

"You followed me, didn't you?"Mrs. Alvarez sighs

"Well, could you blame me? You were acting all fishy and sneaky. I thought something was wrong." She says, turning to grab a thyme spice and dumping it into her shopping basket.

"Really ma'am?" She laughs, "What are you? 18?"

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