She put her hand over her face as she cried loudly into her palms. Her shoulders shook with the force of her fake sobs.
But behind her hands, hidden from the rest of the room, Camilla's eyes were completely dry and entirely sharp. She was watching Damon's boots closely.
In her mind, she thought to herself, analyzing the General's silence.
"Why isn't he saying anything?" Camilla wondered internally. Her thoughts were fast and highly critical. "I knew it! He won't believe me. He is just going to stand there. He is going to take the side of his precious camp doctor who saved his life."
She peeked through her fingers, stealing a quick glance at Brie's shocked face.
"You want to compare acting skills with me?" Camilla thought to herself, mocking the physician completely in her mind. "Dream on. I have faked tears to escape from heavily armed security guards. You are just a sad amateur playing in the dirt."
