~Camila~
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕"
To the world, Camila is a breath of fresh air; a woman of gentle smiles and a joyful heart. Her charm is her armor, and her intellect is her weapon.
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Camila's Point Of View
The weekend vanished in a blur. Now, staring at my reflection in the vanity mirror, anxiety clawed at my lungs.
My door creaked open, and Ava's head popped in.
"Good morning, pretty girl. I see you're ready for your appointment," she teased, her eyebrows wiggling teasingly.
A sigh escaped my lips.
"Hey," she called softly, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "Don't beat yourself up, Camila. Let's hope Mr. DelaLucchese is summoning you for good reason."
"I hope so," I murmured.
"Come on, you should go; you wouldn't want to be late." I nodded, grabbed my bag, and we left.
In the hallway, I bumped into Ricky. He was in his work clothes. Our eyes met briefly, but I quickly looked away. I felt guilty about our last encounter; I'd been so rude.
"Hey, Cammie," Ava whispered as we reached the garage. "Your neighbor is kinda cute. Are you guys enemies? You totally ignored him." I shook my head.
"It's just a misunderstanding," I mumbled. She saw I didn't want to discuss it, and dropped the subject.
I got into the car while she waited. "Good luck. I'll see you when you get home." I offered a small smile, started the engine, and waved goodbye.
Then, I pressed down on the accelerator and drove away.
My mind raced as I drove the familiar highway to his company. The uncertainty gnawed at me. What did Mr. DelaLucchese want? I hadn't received a formal invitation, just a mysterious message.
Soon, my car was pulling up to his imposing building. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the flutter in my chest, before getting out.
Inside, I went straight to the receptionist.
"Do you have an appointment with Mr. DelaLucchese?" she asked, her eyes glued to her computer screen.
"Uh..." I stammered, already feeling foolish.
"Yes, she does, Anita. Miss Colorado, please come with me." I looked up to see Delilah, his assistant, stepping forward.
Relief washed over me; at least someone knew I was expected. A smile spread across my face, mirrored by her bright, welcoming one.
"Hi Delilah," I greeted her.
"Oh hello pretty lady. It's good to see you again." I blushed under her compliment as she led me down the long, narrow corridor.
"You know about his appointment with me?" I asked, curious.
She chuckled, shaking her head. "Of course. I'm his assistant."
This must be a professional appointment then, if his assistant was involved.
We arrived at his imposing office door, and my heartbeat quickened. Delilah's encouraging smile was a lifeline.
