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“How about…” Camila trailed off. “Perhaps I could bring Jaime over to your apartment and you can keep him there for the day.”
“I wish you and Emily would get married.” Jaime tossed out the words carelessly, his head bent over the page, but Camila froze, stunned into silence.
“Then why not? Don’t you want to marry her?” Jaime asked. “She makes me happy. She’s nice and funny, and she makes you happy too. More than Daddy did.”
She returned to find Emily staring a little dumbstruck at Camila’s collection of lacy underwear, and Camila wondered if the poor girl’s brain had short circuited.
Sometimes, the ‘almosts’ and ‘could- have-beens’ are more painful because of what might have happened. It’s hard to get closure on the dream.”
She was in love, didn’t know when it had happened, when she had fallen, but she had, hard and fast and so dizzyingly deep that she would never be the same again.
“She doesn’t deserve you,” she said fiercely. “If she can’t see how amazing you are, then she’s an idiot.”
“It’s too late,” Camila said. She shook her head and blinked away the tears that threatened to fall. “I already pushed her away.” “I’m sure the damage isn’t beyond repair.” But Camila was sure that it was—the past few days had proved it. “What did you do?” Camila told her, and Jenny groaned. “You’re such a fucking idiot, Camila.”
For God’s sake, just stop dancing around and being such a coward and tell her how you really fucking feel.”
Cassie scoffed. “Are you serious, Em? After all the tears you cried over her the past few months? How many times has she made you feel like shit? Worthless? And she shows up here with flowers and suddenly you forget about that?”

