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Feb. 9th, 2009 01:33 pmShe had said a week, a full week, and she meant a full week.
This is why at nine o'clock in the morning, a week after she left, Camille is knocking on Dominic's office door with a manila folder under her arm.
Now, last night, Camille had just gotten back from a plane trip and a bus ride and a week without her hair-straightener, and had looked it. This morning, her hair is back to being sleek and neat, her clothes back to a simple, elegant dress, and there is the faintest touch of perfume.
Appearances, after all, are everything, but half of it is just forcing herself to remember to be Camille again (Dava Giron is a far more comfortable fit than she should be).
This is why at nine o'clock in the morning, a week after she left, Camille is knocking on Dominic's office door with a manila folder under her arm.
Now, last night, Camille had just gotten back from a plane trip and a bus ride and a week without her hair-straightener, and had looked it. This morning, her hair is back to being sleek and neat, her clothes back to a simple, elegant dress, and there is the faintest touch of perfume.
Appearances, after all, are everything, but half of it is just forcing herself to remember to be Camille again (Dava Giron is a far more comfortable fit than she should be).
