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“Carrie, Camille's inside getting her makeup done. Lettake you to her.”
Carrie's observant gaze took in his transformed appearance. His once flamboyant hairstyle was now a neat black
crop, lending him an unexpected air of youthful groundedness. The carefree attitude he once brandished had
softened, replaced by a hint of domestic warmth.
Slipping into the provided slippers, she followed him inside. The apartment's aesthetic echoed the Bayview Villa
but with a lighter gray palette that felt less austere. Scattered throughout the space were mismatched
decorations—dolls, anfigures—a clear testament to Camille’s playful influence.
Four professional makeup artists had spent hours with Camille, who had meticulously tried six different looks
before finally selecting her bridesmaid makeup for the wedding.
As the artists departed, Camille tically flopped onto the sofa, pulling Carrie beside her. “Darling!” she
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtcalled to Albin, raising her hand theatrically. “Fetch the chilled crayfish and beer from the fridge.”
Turning to Carrie with an infectious smile, Camille raved about the beer. “This is incredible—it’s like a fizzy fruit
soda. You can barely tell it's alcoholic!”
“I can’t drink,” Carrie replied simply. “I'm pregnant.”
Camille's jaw dropped. “Wait, what?”
Carrie nodded with a soft smile. “I had it confirmed at the hospital.”
Camille's expression shifted from shock to indignation. She smacked the sofa with enough force to make it
shake. “And you still drove yourself here? What on earth is Kristopher doing? Why hasn’t he got a driver taking
you everywhere?”
At that moment, Albin returned from the kitchen, a tray of crayfish in his hands. Hearing Camille's words, he
nearly dropped it. He quickly set the tray on the coffee table and sat down across from Camille, giving her arm a
discreet nudge in an attempt to steer the conversation elsewhere.
Camille swatted his hand away without missing a beat. “Oh, quit it. Just because a wedding’s coming up doesn’t
mean I'm going to keep my mouth shut.”
Carrie, sensing Albin’s growing panic, interjected in a soft voice. “I haven't told him yet—or anyone else, for that
matter.” Her gaze dropped to her hands, her expression unreadable.
Albin let out a visible sigh of relief and shot Camille a pointed look. “See? | told you. Kristopher wouldn't just
ignore something like this.”
Then, as if struck by inspiration, his eyes lit up. “Wait—are you planning to tell him on the wedding day? Like, a
big surprise?”
The idea gave Carrie pause. She hadn't thought much about how or when to share the news. But maybe the
wedding day really would be the perfect moment. She nodded slightly. “Yes.”
Albin clapped his hands together, grinning. “Brilliant! Pregnant women love sour stuff, right? Ill grab you some
juice and mango crepes.” He sprang to his feet, turning back to Camille as he headed to the kitchen. “Honey, I'll
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Camille leaned against Carrie, resting her head on the latter's shoulder with a playful pout. “Forget it. I'll eat
whatever Carrie’s having.”
Albin shot her a mock salute. “Yes, ma'am.” He returned the tray to the fridge with theatrical obedience.
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