~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 building pulsed with luxury. A mix of colored lights bled from the windows, signaling the kind of party it was.
My stomach churned with discomfort.
"Stay close to me or Arturo. Am I clear?"
Ms. Aurora's voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument.
I wasn't a child who needed to be told what to do and in such an arrogant manner, but the warning in her tone made me nod in compliance.
Maybe there was a good reason for her vigilance.
She handed me a cat-shaped mask, its intricate design both beautiful and unsettling.
The driver opened the door, and I followed Ms. Aurora closely, Arturo trailing behind.
We reached the entrance, and Ms. Aurora flashed her card at the bouncers, who immediately ushered us inside.
My eyes twitched at the blinding disco lights, taking in the crowd.
The room was filled with people in expensive outfits, and the heady scent of different cuisines made my stomach rumble.
Ms. Aurora put on her mask, signaling me to do the same. A man dressed in black and white approached us, leading us to our reserved seats.
I sat there, utterly bored, watching the crowd. Business associates, some familiar faces, others I'd never met, approached Ms. Aurora, extending their greetings.
My brain, in a state of boredom, registered every face and object in the room.
I truly wondered how anyone could enjoy these kinds of parties.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." A deep voice boomed, capturing everyone's attention.
I turned towards the stage to see a man in a spotless white tuxedo and a crisp white shirt. His hair was tousled, and a black mask covered half his face.
"Thank you all for joining us for our 27th anniversary and our company's annual ball. It means a lot to me, my company, and my family."
He went on to extol his successes, thanking those who had supported him. When he finished, a round of applause erupted.
"So ladies and gentlemen, go on and enjoy your night. Cheers!" He raised a glass of wine, and the crowd followed suit.
I stole a glance at Ms. Aurora. Her face was as impassive as ever, her lips curving into a slight, predatory smile. She sipped her wine slowly, observing everything.
Despite her arrogance and coldness, I admired her. She was confident, observant, and a woman of few words.
The man who had been on stage moments ago approached us. A smirk played on Ms. Aurora's lips.
"Claudia Aurora Marchessi." He called, standing in front of us, his left hand in his pocket, the other holding a wine glass.
She stood, facing him. Even with her heels, her height was a stark contrast to his towering frame.
