“UGH!” I groan loudly, flinging the stupid wig across the room. I can understand the aesthetic appeal of being able to change your hair on a whim, but I had no idea they were so infuriating! Not to mention hot and itchy. No wonder aristocrats were such bitches.
“Is everything alright?” Comes Camille’s voice from the other side of the bathroom door.
“Everything is fine. Just give me a moment,” I call out.
Leaning my hands against the marble countertop, I stare at my reflection as I attempt to gain some composure. The makeup I have applied has not only covered the remnants of my fight – or fights – with Silas but has allowed me to better step into the disguise of Camille Lefebre. To Silas’ credit, it’s a good idea. Having me take Camille’s place at this meeting gets me face-to-face with t
