Beautiful When You Don't Try

Chapter 60

Camila was already finishing up making their lunch when Lauren walked in. It was nice that the brunette's studio was only a few blocks away from their apartment and she was able to come home for lunch if her schedule allowed it. What wasn't too nice was that gave the paparazzi several blocks to pretty much stalk her. She had gotten used to it though, even waving and smiling sarcastically at them after a few comments were made about how she looked angry as she walked. Meg said she was just lost in thought.

"How was your morning?" Lauren grunted as she wrapped her arms around the diva's waist and dropped her forehead to her shoulder. "That bad?"

"You have no idea." Lauren began as she kissed her fiancé's cheek and released her to go sit at the table so they could eat. "Firstly, I was cornered by my best friend about sucking it up and helping you start planning more enthusiastically, which I am." Camila nodded her head in agreement as she bit into a piece of celery. "Then, I was hit with the reality that I have begun to lose my memory... or my mind. One of those. I somehow scheduled a high-profile shoot for this afternoon and cannot for the life of me remember doing it, and it was only two days ago."

Camila shrugged her shoulders. "It's been a busy couple of days."

Lauren didn't like that excuse but it was the only one she had. "Thankfully the interview I had this morning went exceptionally well." The diva looked up from her plate and smiled before she took a drink of her water. "Until that is, my father walked into my studio and made himself at home."

The brunette spit her drink back into the glass but inhaled a little at the same time, sending her into a coughing fit. "What?"

The brunette nodded and ran her hand over Camila's back. "He wants to see Mom. I've tried calling her but she's bust at work. Thankfully, everything with her apartment is in my name so she's not listed in any directory. He is going to have to wait for her to call him or just stalk each of our properties."

"This is a hell of a time for him to show up." The diva stated, finally able to speak without sputtering.

"I know. I don't know, however, if his timing is intentional."

"The wedding date hasn't been announced in the papers but they know it is close. You never know."

The brunette nodded her head and sipped her drink, far too emotionally exhausted already to allow herself to get pissed at the situation. She hoped to ride it out and see where it went before she gave him the satisfaction of upsetting her. "Hopefully he will be back in Miami when that happens."

Camila, however, wasn't able to control her emotions quite as well. "I'm glad to see you have found your clam, tranquil side again... at the exact time you should be furious. Your homophobic father just showed up into town as we are cranking out the last detail of our wedding, trying to talk to your mother... my mother." Camila paused as Lauren processed the last part. She hadn't been thinking about that. She was mentally preparing herself for the small possibility that Clara would betray her again and take Michael back, but she hadn't even thought about how that would affect Camila. "Would she go back to him?"

Green eyes met chocolate eyes and Lauren hesitantly shrugged. "I agree with what Meg said earlier, that I doubt she will go back to Miami. She likes it here. She has both of us and the possibility of grandkids soon. My sister doesn't speak with her anymore, so you and I are all she has."

"But would that change if she does go back to Miami? Would your sister talk to her then, giving her a reason to go back. I need to know so I can prepare for this." The diva explained in a hushed tone and it broke Lauren's heart. Camila was wanting to know if she needed to prepare to be walked out on again.