Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 249

Catheleen woke up the next morning entirely due to the urgent need to use the bathroom.

She stumbled into the bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, and finally began to feel somewhat lucid.

Her memory of the previous night was a hazy blur.

She couldn't even remember how she had gotten home.

Trudging out of the bedroom, she spotted Camilla curled up on the couch, sketching intently on a pad of paper with a pencil.

"Cammie, working on a design?" Catheleen asked through a massive yawn, shuffling over to collapse onto the opposite end of the couch. "Did you eat breakfast yet?"

"You're awake? Do you feel sick?" Camilla set her sketchbook down on the coffee table. "I'll go toast some bread for you. I made some fruit tea too, you should drink a cup."

Catheleen waved her off weakly. "I'm not hungry. My appetite is completely gone."

"You drank way too much last night," Camilla chided gently, pouring a cup of fruit tea from the pot. "Here, just drink this for now."

Catheleen took the mug, wrapping her hands around the warmth. "Cammie, aren't the preliminary results for that Online Design Contest supposed to be out soon?"

"Yeah, sometime this afternoon."

"They come out today?" Catheleen instantly perked up. "You're definitely making it to the semi-finals!"

Camilla offered a small smile. "I hope so."

Ultimately, Catheleen was far more anxious than Camilla. Knowing the results were dropping that afternoon, she obsessively refreshed the competition website every few minutes to check for updates.

This routine continued until just after four in the afternoon, when the page finally loaded with new information.

"Cammie! Your name is right here! You made the semi-finals!"

Catheleen was so ecstatic she practically jumped off the couch.

Camilla felt a surge of genuine joy.

The competition was an international event; securing a spot in the semi-finals was an incredible achievement.

She let out a heavy sigh of relief.

She had originally feared that clothing featuring a Cultural Fusion Aesthetic wouldn't hold much of an advantage in such a globally focused contest.

But making it to the next round proved her design instincts were completely right.

The cocktails the bartender whipped up were absolutely stunning—brilliant, vibrant colors flawlessly layered on top of each other.

Before even taking a sip, simply looking at the beautiful concoctions was enough to lift one's spirits.

They chatted away, effortlessly polishing off several rounds before they even realized it.

Even though the cocktails weren't particularly strong, knocking them back one after another was a guaranteed recipe for getting drunk.

"Cammie, take it easy," Catheleen warned gently.

Camilla looked at her with shimmering eyes. "Catheleen, you got drunk last night. Let it be my turn today, okay? If I get too drunk, just take me home."

For some reason, Catheleen felt an overwhelming sense of sorrow and melancholy hidden within Camilla's large, watery eyes—emotions she couldn't quite decipher.

She said, "Cammie, I've got your back. Drink as much as you want!"

After saying that, she threw her arm around Camilla's shoulders. "But Cammie, talk to me. Is something bothering you? Are you upset?"

"No." Camilla smiled softly. "I made the semi-finals, I'm thrilled. And I have an amazing friend like you, which makes me even happier. I'm not upset at all, Catheleen."