~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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I woke up feeling unusually refreshed, the warmth of the sun creeping through the curtains and casting a soft glow around the room.
I slipped into a robe, tied my hair into a messy ponytail, and made my way to the kitchen, anticipating a quiet morning alone. But when I entered, Damon was already there, bustling around.
"Bonjour, chef," I greeted, my voice light and teasing as I leaned against the doorway.
Damon spun around, flashing that trademark smile of his.
"Bonjour, mademoiselle," he replied, his French accent smooth and comforting, like a melody I'd started to adore.
The past few days with Damon had been a blur of laughter, good food, and a few lessons in French. Nothing too serious, just enough for me to pick up a few greetings and the five magic words I'd heard so many times.
I stretched, then glanced at him, still trying to wake up fully. "So, what's for breakfast today?"
Damon raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "I don't know, you decide."
I groaned dramatically, crossing my arms. "You know I hate making decisions when it comes to food, especially breakfast."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, I'll give you a hint: French or Italian? We've had enough English dishes."
I smiled, feeling a wave of relief. "French! That sounds amazing."
"Good choice," he said with a wink. "Panettone French toast and a banana smoothie, it is."
We got to work, chopping and mixing, and soon the kitchen was filled with the mouthwatering smell of our creation.
It wasn't long before we finished, but to my surprise, Damon set four plates at the table instead of one.
I paused, eyeing the extra settings.
"Damon, why four plates?" I asked, suspicion creeping into my voice.
His eyes flickered for a moment. "Don Luciano came back this morning. He's got two guests with him."
"Two?" I asked, my mind racing.
He nodded, looking a little sheepish. "One arrived two days ago and stayed with Don Lorenzo, and the other just came in today with him."
My stomach twisted uncomfortably.
Two guests? Shes'?
I could feel my jaw tighten, the jealousy bubbling up fast.
What was Luciano thinking? Was he really bringing two other women into this? Does he plan on taking us at once?
No, Luciano, you can't do this to me. I can't imagine sharing you with one person, let alone two!
The thought made my blood run cold. I clenched my fists until my knuckles ached, but I forced myself to keep it together.
