~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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I woke up expecting to be wrapped in his arms, but the space beside me was cold and empty. Disappointment settled heavily in my chest as I sighed and pushed the covers off.
After a quick shower and dressing up, a loud bang on the door startled me. I rushed out of the room, only to be attacked by balloons.
"Happy birthday, bitch!" Kira and Ava screamed in unison, throwing themselves at me and nearly squeezing the life out of me.
I laughed, overwhelmed with emotion.
"Happy birthday, sister—and Merry Christmas!" Kira grinned, kissed my cheek, and handed me a gift bag. Ava did the same.
"Thank you so much, guys," I whispered, eyes misting over with tears of joy.
"Come on, let's go! Everyone's waiting downstairs!" Kira pulled me by the wrist, and we ran down the stairs like kids on Christmas morning.
"Cammie, darling!" Dad beamed as he came over to pull me into a hug.
"Happy birthday, sweetie. And Merry Christmas," he wished, planting a kiss on the top of my head.
"Thanks, Dad. Merry Christmas to you too."
The entire mansion buzzed with cheer. Christmas jingles floated through the air, and just then, Aunt Dariah rolled in a cart stacked high with beautifully arranged snacks and desserts.
"Wow!" I breathed, staring at the mouth-watering spread.
"Are those for us?" Kira asked, reaching for a cupcake, only for Mom to smack her hand away.
"Behave, Kira. They're for your sister." Mom shot her a warning glare before turning to me, her eyes softening.
"Happy birthday, dear." She pulled me into a tight hug and kissed my forehead.
"Thank you, Mom. Merry Christmas." I smiled, and then hugged Aunt Dariah, who also kissed my forehead.
"Aunt... where's Luciano?"
Her expression shifted instantly. She sighed, the disappointment in her eyes mirroring mine.
"That boy never changes. He left early this morning—said he had a business meeting in Milan."
My heart dropped.
He left on Christmas? He didn't even wish me a Merry Christmas, let alone a happy birthday... if he even remembered it was my birthday.
I blinked rapidly, willing the sting in my eyes to disappear.
"Hey now, don't cry," Aunt Dariah cooed gently, lifting my chin with a finger.
"I'm not," I lied with a shaky voice—right as the first tear slipped out. She chuckled and wiped it away.
