Twenty-Seven

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"Hey..." Camila said as she entered the trailer. It had taken a while, as she had to put and hide everything.

- Have you come to wash the dishes? Lauren tried to relax, laughing to hide the tension that had hit her.

- I need to reinforce that I only lost because Normani called me and I left the penthouse on the fire to go see what it was.

-- Good chefs shouldn't burn the topping. - Lauren said laughing and Camila plopped down on the couch.


- Don't make fun of me. I make the best candy. Camila said and Lauren nodded. A silence was established for a few minutes until Camila spoke again: - You were sad when you mentioned your father, wasn't it?

'It's just...' Lauren looked down at her hands before sighing. - I can't even remember what it's like to have someone. I spend so much time alone that I no longer know how it feels to have someone who cares.

-- I care. Camila said quickly, making Lauren glare at her. - And you are no longer alone. Or do I look like a ghost now? -- Camila joked, laughing.

- It's far from one.

-- Then. Get that idea that you're alone out of your head. I adopted you, it's gone. Camila said and Lauren smiled.

- Adopted me? Lauren asked arching an eyebrow.

- Yeah. You can't go back. -- She said. - Who would bet things with me?

- Type adopted me as a mother? Lauren asked laughing. - Because if it is, you can wash my clothes all the time, cook my food and put me to sleep. Lauren said, glancing at Camila before she was lightly slapped on the arm. -- It was a joke. Ouch.

- Don't be lazy. Camila said laughing and Lauren nodded.

-- Yes ma'am. Lauren said, seeing Camila stand up and bend her body backward, cracking her spine.

- Have you been sitting on those hard benches for hours? It's horrible. - Camila said, going to her things and getting some clothes. -- I'm going to take a shower to relax.

- I can give you a massage if you want. I'm really good at it. Lauren said. -- My mother, before she died, used to have a lot of back pain and I helped her with that.

- Wouldn't you mind that? Camila asked and Lauren shook her head. - Well, I'll take a shower first, shall I?

-- He can. Lauren said, seeing Camila disappear from view. She smiled knowing she would help Camila and looked around. That little trailer was starting to feel like a home for her, and for the first time in years, someone accepted her for who she was and enjoyed her presence.

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