The look on Camilla's face made it obvious that no one had told her yet, and Juliana felt a surge of panic. She could not be the appropriate person to break the news, but she didn't know how she was supposed to lie to Camilla about it, either.
"To the fashion house? No, no. Don't worry about that," she said, trying to keep her tone light and deflect. She couldn't lie about it, but maybe if she could just find a way to not answer, she could postpone the subject until someone else realized Camilla was awake and came to handle matters more expertly than Juliana could. As soon as the words left her mouth, though, she knew it wouldn't work. It felt too obvious of a dodge; the words were thin and hollow.
She shifted uncomfortably at the edge of the bed. "Oh, Camilla," she said after a moment, shaking her head. "I'm sorry."
"To the fashion house? No, no. Don't worry about that," she said, trying to keep her tone light and deflect. She couldn't lie about it, but maybe if she could just find a way to not answer, she could postpone the subject until someone else realized Camilla was awake and came to handle matters more expertly than Juliana could. As soon as the words left her mouth, though, she knew it wouldn't work. It felt too obvious of a dodge; the words were thin and hollow.
She shifted uncomfortably at the edge of the bed. "Oh, Camilla," she said after a moment, shaking her head. "I'm sorry."
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