It was a surprise to everyone that Camilla was able to find a friend after that terrible incident with Judy Poovey at the party. Moreover, you were a girl. It was a complete surprise, because being the only girl among the boys was sometimes unbearable. Yes, they were friends, Charles was the one she had an indissoluble bond with.

But sometimes Camilla wanted a breath of fresh air. She wanted to eat chocolate in bed not alone, but with a girl with whom she could gossip, and not discuss another homework assignment that Julian had given them. Camilla wanted to discuss the sitcom she watches in secret when Charles falls asleep after a bottle of wine.

You became her friend, a smiling girl from the department where you study French literature. Francis snorted and rolled his eyes theatrically when he heard about it. And yet, you were special. You smiled a lot, you had freckles, you wore silk scarves, and you loved eating croissants with chocolate cream. You lent Camilla your books, where your thoughts were written in the margins. She trusted your taste, and that said a lot.

You were sitting in your dorm room just now. The dark curtains blocked out the setting sun, and the warm light from the lamp gave a special atmosphere. You laughed out loud and talked about your funny classmate while the red nail polish on your nails was drying.

"I would like to learn how to make up. It's beautiful to emphasize your appearance, you know?" Camilla said softly and watched your reaction carefully.

So you sat opposite each other in the lotus position. Your breath caressed Camilla's skin as you applied translucent golden shadows to her eyelids with your fingertips.