Our flight isn't until 9:30.
"Camilla, what the hell?"I call out, but she's already burst into my bedroom, fully dressed and looking like she stepped out of a magazine despite the ungodly hour.
"Rise and shine," she says, throwing open my curtains with dramatic flair."You're not even packed, are you?"
"I packed last night."
"If that’s what you mean by packed," She points to the small bag on my floor, which is indeed embarrassingly vacant except for an old band tee and a pair of Converse shoes I’d thrown in there yesterday.
"I don’t know if this is a good idea Camilla."
“Nor, you’re not going to run into him if that’s what you’re so worried about.Spain’s a fairly big country And there are like 1.7 million people that live in Barcelona alone.I googled it.So the chances of you running into Nate are like a million to one.So let’s move it because I’m not going without you."
She claps her hands twice like she's directing a photo shoot.
"Coffee's brewing, the town car is on its way, and if you're not ready in thirty minutes, I'm dragging you to Spain in your pajamas."
I sit up, rubbing my eyes.
"There’s no way out of this is there?"
"Nope."She holds up a perfectly manicured hand.Something about the way she says it—so confident, so absolute—makes my stomach clench.
“Ugh fine.I know I’m being ridiculous.”
"I can see you spiraling," Camilla says, perching on the edge of my bed."Stop it.This trip is about celebrating.Nothing more, nothing less."
I swing my legs out of bed.
“You’re absolutely right.Give me twenty minutes and I’ll be packed and ready to go.”
“Just get ready, I already packed your suitcase, it’s waiting downstairs.”
She winks at me and I can’t help but smile at her thoughtfulness.
Twenty-nine minutes later,I'm dressed, caffeinated, and somehow excited for the trip now.
"This is going to be the trip of a lifetime, just you wait," she says smugly, wheeling both our cases toward the door towards the blacked out Mercedes parked out front.
"You’re right."
"I know," She tosses her hair over her shoulder as she slides in the back seat, me following."Jay says it’s both a blessing and a curse."
"How is Jay doing?"
"He's doing really well, actually.Nick gave him the manager position at Sonder.”Her face lights up when she speaks about Jay and it warms my heart."He deserves something good happening in his life.Especially after everything with his mom."
“You’re something good in his life too Cam.”
Camilla's expression shifts slightly, becoming more serious.
"Honestly, I'm so proud of him for finally cutting her off.That woman was pure poison."
There's something in her voice—a recognition that goes deeper than just sympathy for Jay.
“Oh God, who am I?When did I become such a love sick teenager?"
"It suits you.”I smirk
