Camilla's POV
We settled onto the couch, the cushions accepting our weight as I tried to steady my nerves. My limbs felt oddly heavy, and despite my attempts at composure, my thoughts churned like a storm. Eden positioned herself beside me, her arms folded defensively across her body, eyebrows drawn together in that familiar expression she wore before launching into one of her interrogations. In that moment, she resembled a stern parent more than my closest friend, ready to demand answers from a wayward teenager.
"So where exactly were you last night?" Eden's voice cut through the air, loaded with suspicion and barely contained curiosity. This wasn't casual questioning - it carried implications and the threat of judgment to come.
