~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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The taxi pulled up to the hotel and I let out a weary sigh.
The day had been long and filled with unexpected twists and turns. Mrs. Aurora, the woman I'd just met, had left me with a lingering sense of unease.
She reminded me of the female version of Luciano. Cold, Straight forward, and unsmiling.
The image of his cold, calculating gaze when we first met filled my mind as I kicked off my heels and collapsed onto the soft bed.
The buzz of my phone broke my train of thought, and I turned to grab it from my bag. Ava's name flashed on the screen, and I eagerly answered the call.
Instead of being greeted by my normal, calm best friend, I was met with Kira's voice, high-pitched and ear-splitting, making me cringe.
"The fuck, Kira? Do you want to tear my eardrums?" I scolded, furrowing my brow.
"You know you don't have to be so bitchy, sis," she retorted, and I could almost hear her rolling her eyes.
How we ended up sisters was a mystery I was still trying to solve.
"Well, I just missed you, big sis," I chuckled, shaking my head.
"It's not even been a week," I pointed out.
"Yeah, I know, but your best friend's being an ass," she muttered, clearly annoyed.
"I heard that!" Ava's voice rang through the phone.
"Good for you," Kira snapped back, and I couldn't help but giggle at their bickering.
"Well, tell my best friend I miss her, and I'll call her when I'm free," Kira yelled, and I smiled at the warmth in her voice.
Kira mimicked Ava's tone.
"Kira," I scolded, imagining the pout on her face.
"I'm sure you heard her," she sassily shot back.
I laughed, thinking about how they'd managed to survive these past few months together when I was away.
This time, it felt like they were on the verge of a full-blown brawl, and may kill each other before I even got back.
^^^^^
I sat on the balcony, watching the sun dip below the horizon, when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I didn't want to answer, but the persistent ringing wouldn't stop.
Annoyed, I pulled it out, and the name flashing on the screen made my heart skip a beat.
With shaky fingers, I answered the call.
"Tesoro," the familiar voice I'd missed for the past month came through, raspy and tired.
"Russo?" I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes as I realized I'd cut him off because of my argument with his friend.
