“Anyway, enough boy talk.The next few days are about the girls.”
“Have you told your parents about this whole campaign?”
“Like they’d give a shit even if I did.Not that I care anymore anyway,” she shrugs.
I knew Camilla hadn’t spoken to her parents since she decided to opt out of law school.She knew it wasn’t for her but taking this job in the UK at a leading marketing firm was.
She’d grown up with a father who wanted a son and a mother who’d throw money, cars and designer hand bags at her instead of actual attention or affection.
"Okay no parent talk either this week," I say quietly.
“Fucking yes to that.”She adds.
The flightto Barcelona is blissfully uneventful, mostly because Camilla spends the entire two hours planning our itinerary with the precision of a military operation.
"So tonight's the pre-launch event," she explains, spreading papers across both our tray tables."Dinner first at this gorgeous little tapas place I found, then the launch party at Club Marina.Elena specifically requested somewhere 'authentically Spanish but elevated,' which is just marketing speak for 'ridiculously expensive but still fucking cool.'"
"What exactly am I supposed to do at this thing?"
"Look stunning, take photos, charm everyone you meet, which isn’t hard for you."She grins."Also, try the sangria.I've heard it's life-changing."
"You realize I don't speak Spanish, right?"
"It’s fine, just smile and nod your head a couple of times."
Our hotel is ridiculous.It’s the kind of place that has infinity pools, marble everything and complimentary champagne just for existing.Camilla takes one look at our suite and immediately starts taking photos of every single detail.
Probably sending it to Jay and Marcus.
"This is insane," I say, dropping my bag by the door.
"Can you believe they're paying for this?”
She spins around with her arms outstretched.
"Like, actually paying me to be here and have experiences that most people only dream about?"
There's something infectious about her joy, the way she embraces every moment without apologizing for it.
It's one of the things I love most about Camilla—she never makes herself smaller to make other people comfortable.
"You earned this," I remind her.
"We earned this.I couldn't have done half of what I've accomplished without having you listening to all my mental breakdowns along the way."
She pulls me in for a hug before pulling me towards the huge king sized bed.Camilla flops onto the bed dramatically.We’re both staring at the ceiling when she asks without looking at me.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I think I am.”
She squeezes my hand.
"Love you Nor.For real.”
“Love you too Cam, for real.”
The tapas placeCamilla chose is exactly the kind of spot that looks unassuming from the outside but turns out to be a hidden gem.The owner, a woman named Carmen with the most beautiful smile I've ever seen, greets Camilla like they're old friends.
