𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 - Alejandro balde

☆ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ☆

📸𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀📸

The tension in the restaurant was suffocating as everyone stared at the entrance, waiting for Amy stones to make her next move. Amira could feel the anger rising in her chest. She had tried to keep everything about this trip as perfect as possible, but with Michael, Amalia's casual invitation, and now Amy showing up with her boyfriend, it was all falling apart. Alejandro was fuming, but he said nothing. Instead, he just stood there, fists clenched, his eyes locked onto Michael, who was wearing an insufferable grin.

"Am I interrupting something?" Amy's voice cut through the silence like a blade.

The whole room turned, and Amira felt her stomach drop. Amy's smug smile was enough to set her off. What the hell was she doing here? And with Tristan Zilenzsky, a footballer everyone knew was arrogant and rude? He was a new addition to the circle, and no one, especially the Barça team, seemed to like him much. But Amy, of course, couldn't care less about the vibe. She was here for herself.

"You!" Tori's voice rang out sharply, as she stood up from the table, glaring at Michael with her arms crossed. "And who invited this bitch?" She shot a side-eye to Amira, who knew her friend was barely holding it together.

Amy rolled her eyes, not even bothering to respond to Tori's jab. "I'm here because I was invited by Amalia. As for Michael, he's my plus-one, and that's all you need to know."

Amira could feel the heat rising in her chest. The nerve of this woman! She didn't even want to deal with her right now, but her presence was undeniably triggering. She was about to open her mouth when Alejandro beat her to it, his voice calm but laced with ice.

"Do you mind?" Alejandro said, staring at Amy and Tristan, his tone unmistakably harsh. "I'd prefer if you didn't bring this... tension into the dinner. We're here to relax."

Amy's eyes narrowed, and she exchanged a look with Tristan, who gave her a cocky smirk before leaning back in his chair, clearly enjoying the discomfort he was causing. Amira took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions before speaking.

"Don't make me drag your stupid ass out of here if you want to be here, then drop the attitude and be respectful," Amira said, her voice low and steady.

The words hung in the air, and Amy glared at her, but for the first time, she didn't have anything snarky to say back. The whole room was quiet, everyone waiting for the next move.

After a tense pause, Amy finally broke the silence, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Fine. But don't think you've won. I'm just here for the fun."

"Yeah, right," Aaliyah muttered under her breath.

Amira excused herself, standing up from the table and walking around the restaurant to ensure everyone was having a good time. The dinner, which was supposed to be an unforgettable evening for everyone, had quickly turned into a battlefield, and she wanted to distract herself from it. The beachfront restaurant was beautiful, bathed in soft light from string lights overhead. The ocean breeze made everything feel serene, but the drama had already taken root, and it was hard to ignore.

She stopped by Zendaya's table first. The actress was laughing with Kylie Jenner and Lauren Giraldo, who was complimenting the dessert. "Amira, you really know how to throw a dinner party," Zendaya said, giving her a playful nudge.

"Thank you, Zendaya! I wanted to make it special," Amira replied with a small, forced smile, trying to maintain her composure.

Kylie leaned in. "Honestly, I think you've outdone yourself. The setting, the food, everything is just perfect. Seriously."