Camille was wearing a pair of oversized shades; her long hair flowed down behind her back as she strutted toward me in a pair of heels that were 7 or 8 inches high and she was accompanying a rather good-looking man. She had recognized me too and an astonished expression flitted across her face.
The man accompanying her had noticed me too. When he saw her staring at me, he looked over at me and thought that I was a staff member based on the work uniform I was wearing. My work uniform came from a high-end brand. Unfortunately, the work uniform at the First Royal Court was also from a high-end brand and happened to be the same brand I was wearing.
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