"Ah, Miranda, how wonderful to see you again," Camilla walked over and enveloped me in a gossamer haze of musky perfume. I held my breath, smiled and leaned in for the obligatory air-kisses. Her lips sounded wet so close to my ears and for one irrational moment, I thought of turning my head to kiss her. Camilla slid a hand across my waist and steered my deeper into the house. "I'm so glad you finally came to a party," she whispered as she nodded to another guest and smiled, "I've been dying t...