Camilla and Emily part ways.

"Why don't you go do your own thing?" Camilla snapped. More harsh than she had intended, but she had said worse things to Emily over the years, so maybe it wasn't the end of the world. She just wanted the chance to do her own thing for a little while. And, she had to admit, she just wanted to enjoy some pervy stares without wondering if the perverts in question were actually staring at her eighteen-year-old daughter.

"Okay," Emily said, apparently unfazed by her mother's little outburst. "I'll see you later." She turned on her black stiletto heel and disappeared into the crowd before Camilla could even respond.

Was she really that bored? Camilla wondered. Apparently so. She didn't know what her daughter was about to get up to, but she knew that it couldn't be good. It was too late to change her mind now, though. Camilla had been the one to tell Emily to go away in the first place.

Camilla's heart broke, only the smallest bit, as she stood alone in the bustling crowd of the convention. She had told her oldest child, her only daughter, to leave her alone. What kind of mother was she?