His Camelia [Completed]

Chapter 10-Superman

Camelia spent a little more time and effort in her normal routine before going to school that morning.

Instead of putting her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of her way, she styled it half way up with a clip to the back of her head. Using a pale pink lipstick in replacement of the sheer lipgloss, she rubs her lips together to spread the color. 

Grabbing her favorite daytime perfume bottle off the vanity, she sprays twice, holds her breath and briskly walks into the light mist.  It coats her face, hair and bare upper shoulders.  Once it soaks into her skin, she inhales deeply allowing the sweetly refreshing notes of berries, vanilla and white blossoms infuse her lungs. 

The smell of a lady's perfume said a lot about her.   It was something she heard growing up. A woman's scent added several degrees of luxury to a female's overall appearance.

Camelia made sure to always wear some, never leaving the house without it; collecting various perfumes in the past year.  Two bottles were reserved for the daytime and two different ones for evening wear. 

Walking into her semi-large walk-in closet, she slips on dark wash skin tight jeans and pairs it with a deep v-neck blouse in a deep fuchsia pink.  Standing before her long, full length mirror she asses her attire before turning and grabbing a pair of Valentino studded flats that nearly matched her blouse. 

Picking up her backpack she slings it over her shoulder, takes her phone off the dresser and heads down towards the kitchen. 

Mona, their cook had a small feast laid out in the dining room table. Camelia maneuvered herself in a chair and began helping herself to some fruit and pancakes and pours herself a cup of coffee. 

She hears the doorbell ring and she stills her movements before she takes the first bite of her pancakes.  Blowing out a breath she was holding, Camelia carefully lowers her fork down and takes a quick gulp of her hot cup of coffee.  It scalds her tongue slightly, forcing her to spite it out in a napkin laying on the side of her plate before it continued to burn.  She dabs her lips and the sides of her mouth carefully.

He was early. 

Kent was scheduled to come that morning and pick her up for school.  Glancing down at her white Armani ceramic watch, it read eight o'clock sharp.  Her first class scheduled for the day started at nine o'clock.  

Stiffening in her chair with ears perked, she listened to the voices of Mona and Kent coming closer. 

She didn't know how she felt about the man.  He seemed nice enough last night after meeting him for the first time.  He was intriguing yet mysterious at the same time.  There was no vibe she could read from him but behind his eyes he looked like he was holding back.  As if he was hiding.   Try as she may, Camelia couldn't shake off the feeling. 

They didn't talk after pleasantries were exchanged. Her parents, once they came back in, quickly took control of the conversation. Much of what was warned to her previously was emphasized again while Kent nodded and added his own comments about her safety.

The number one thing she clearly remembered and they emphasized was, never go alone anywhere.

A victim is most susceptible–a easier target to grab unprotected.  Although Kent assured her he would be around at all times, it did not stop him from warning her the enemy could strike even when one had a bodyguard.

The knots of fear should have tangled together inside her body but it didn't happen. Camelia's sole focus was on Kent. Every so often, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted him stealing glances at her when her parents were not paying attention. It sent flutters to her stomach much to her dismay.