~Camila~
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕"
Camila was adored by those in her presence due to her gentle nature and joyful demeanor.
Her inner beauty and external charm captivates the hearts and...
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"Luciano can you please have a seat" Lorenzo scolded which made me glare at him.
''How can I be calm knowing she's in there fighting for her life because of me" I retorted as I breathed out heavily.
"Cammie, where's my baby?"
A voice—older, warm, and unmistakably familiar to Camila's—rang out, drawing everyone's attention. It was Camila's mother.
"Mom," Kira sobbed harder and rushed to hug the beautiful woman who had just entered, her husband trailing behind.
Now I understood where the girls had gotten their looks from—their mother was stunning, with the same warm brown eyes, honey-smooth skin, and glossy brown hair.
"Hey, what happened to your sister?" she asked, her voice trembling.
I was sure this wasn't how she'd imagined meeting me, but I had no choice but to let them know. Her gaze settled on us, but from her expression, she only recognized Ava.
"W-who are all these people?" she asked, eyes glossy.
"Aunt Carmen," Ava called, moving to hug her.
"They're Cammie's friends, Aunt. And that's her boyfriend," Ava added, pointing at me.
I had faced death a thousand times and never felt afraid—yet the blank expression on my woman's father unsettled me deep inside.
Her mother smiled gently and came to hug me, catching me by surprise.
I hesitated before wrapping my arms around her, instantly recognizing the coconut-scented perfume—just like Camila's.
Fuck, I missed my Gem so much.
She pulled back and held my arms. "You're more handsome than she described," she whispered, and I smiled faintly.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. It's because of me your daughter is here," I said quietly.
She smiled through tears and shook her head—an exact gesture Camila often made. It was clear the mother had passed down much to her daughters.
"I can't say it's fine, because it isn't. She is fighting for her life, but my daughter is strong, and I believe the love you share will bring her back, sweetie," she said softly, waving me off.
Her husband finally came into the scene, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, though his silence made me uneasy.
The theater doors opened, and the doctors emerged. I immediately rushed to the lead physician.
"Congratulations, Mr. Dela-Lucchese, your wife made it through," he announced.
I finally exhaled, relief flooding me. I ignored the fact he'd called her my wife.
"C-can we see her?" Her broken sister asked, voice trembling. The doctor shook his head.
"I'm sorry, but not yet. We removed the bullet, and thankfully, no vital organs were damaged. However, she lost a lot of blood and must remain under observation for seventy-two hours."
