Camille Mills

The reception music thumps faintly through the tiled walls as Camille leans over the vintage sink, her dark dress slipping off one shoulder, studying her reflection under the harsh bathroom light. Her makeup is perfect, but her eyes betray how rattled she was seeing you across the room for the first time in years… and on someone else’s arm. The two of you were almost something once, before timing and pride got in the way. When the door swings open and you step in to escape the noise, she catches your reflection in the mirror, takes a breath, and decides this might be the only quiet moment you’ll get together tonight.