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❛𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥
𝘈𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘥
𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦?
𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘤𝘳𝘺❜

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❛𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙❜
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If you were to ask anyone about Camilla Cooper, they would rave about her perfection. She embodied the ideal girl next door—the one who belonged to a flawless family, always ready to lend a hand to anyone in need.

She was the girl with the radiant smile, flashing perfect white teeth, and soft curls framing her face. You'd often find her dressed in breezy summer dresses that reflected her sunny personality. Everything about Camilla was perfect—her boyfriend, her friends, her sisters, her house—her life seemed like a magazine cover.

But behind the closed doors of her seemingly charmed life lay a different story.

Inside, Camilla was the girl silently striving for her parents' approval, the one who craved genuine happiness instead of the pretentious smile she wore like a mask every day. The truth was, her perfect boyfriend was secretly betraying her while she was away on a summer internship in New York.

Exhaustion weighed heavily on her shoulders; she was drained by the unrelenting pressure to maintain her image of perfection. There were moments when she yearned for her pristine life to simply pause—for just a breath, a break from it all.

But what she wasn't prepared for was the imminent collapse of everything she thought she had.

It began on the Fourth of July, when Jason Blossom's mysterious "death" shattered the fragile balance of her world. From that moment on, the carefully constructed facade started to crumble.

The painful revelations unfolded like a nightmare: her boyfriend's infidelity, the betrayal from her own sister who had known and lied to her face, and the disheartening joy her mother seemed to take in the unraveling of Camilla's relationship.

And so it was that Camilla found herself in a dive bar on the Southside, the Whyte Wyrm, drowning her sorrows and unspooling her heart to a bartender with vibrant pink hair. She played pool with a group of guys in leather jackets she'd met earlier at the drive-in, winning against them with surprising ease.

But when she ran into someone she never expected—or perhaps wanted—to see, her heart sank.

The whole reason she was hiding out on the Southside was to slip under the radar, to avoid anyone recognizing her. But fate had other plans.

The moment she heard a familiar throat clear and her name being called, her heart raced. She turned to find FP Jones standing there, a storm brewing in his eyes as he looked down at her dazed, drunken state.

With a mere few seconds to react, she wanted to plead with him not to take her home. She dreaded the judgmental stares from her parents and yet another lecture about her choices. Before she could gather her thoughts, the weight of the night crashed down upon her, and darkness swallowed her whole.

The next morning, Camilla Cooper awoke to a pounding headache, disoriented and unaware of her surroundings, wearing a way-too-big shirt that hung loosely on her petite frame. It was the start of a new chapter, and she was about to discover just how far the fall truly went.

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