CAMILLA'S POV
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"Do you really think it's in here?" I frown when Jared becomes silent. He scoffs and turns around, ignoring me as he continues to search. This is more like a supply closet, and there's not really anything fancy in here, so why would it be here? "Jared, stop," I sigh, and his shoulders sink as he slowly closes the drawer he just opened. "I am trying to help you," he deadpans, but it doesn't feel like we are in the right place, and how doesn't he know that? How can he not feel that too? "Jared, what are you really looking for?" I sigh, and he turns around, looking offended.
"Your blouse," he deadpans, and my eyes narrow on him, "It wouldn't be in here, and you know it." I cross my arms, and he becomes visibly uncomfortable, "It could be anywhere,", "Yet, this is the first
