The Blindside of Love (Camren) Altern Versión

Chapter 5

"I hate Shakespeare," Camila muttered, pushing a strand of light brown hair behind her ears.

"If he were alive, I would kill him myself."

"I'm sure that's illegal," Dinah told her, as the elevator came to a stop on the 12th floor. They started walking toward the apartment.

"And anyway, I don't see why you're in such a lousy mood. I sold two of your paintings today. And most importantly, Harry is home."
Camila smiled as they reached their destination.

"You're right. Today is a good day. I'm not going to let a stupid essay ruin that." She knocked loudly.

As the door opened, her smile widened.
Harry Styles swept his step-sister into his arms and hugged her tightly. He kissed her cheek
a few times before letting her go. "¡il brutta è venuto!" he announced.

Camila  slapped his arm. "I am not ugly," she argued.

Harry glanced at Dinah and winked.

"No, no. Dinah  non è brutta . Ma tu ..." He received another slap from Camila.

Mrs. Eatrabao came over a moment later, a smile lighting her face. Her brown eyes lit up at the sight of her daughter.

"Camila ," she greeted, kissing her cheek.

"Hi, mami," Camila said.

"Dinah, welcome." Sinu Estrabao turned to her step-son.
"Stop speaking in Italian  in front of the guest. It's rude." To the girls, she said, "Carlos and Dimitri went to the store for some ice. They'll be back soon." She turned to lead them toward the living room.

"Come, sit. I bring you something to drink."
Camila sat down as instructed and gazed around the apartment. It was small by anybody's standards. The living room barely fit the couch she was sitting on. But it was home. Paintings and framed pictures from Cuba decorated the walls. Along with pictures of La Torre dello Zenobito, from Carlos's native town of Capraia.  Camila  had never been to the island, but Carlos and Harry spoke of it all the time.

They'd moved to New York shortly before Carlos and Camila's mother had married.

Once their mother had disappeared into the kitchen, Camila turned to her brother.

"So, what's this big news you've got for us?" she whispered.

Harry's sunny disposition turned dark.

"You'll find out a little later," he said, his distress obvious.

Camila was sure that whatever it was, it wouldn't be good.

Sensing the tension in the air, Dinah decided to speak.

"So, Harry, what are you doing these days?"
He turned kind green eyes on Dinah.

"I'm trying to get into computer programming," he answered. "But it's hard to land a good paying job around here without a good education. And school is expensive."
Mrs. Estrabao returned with a tray, handing each a cup of orange juice.

"Sorry, it's the only cold thing in the house until Carlos returns with the ice."

They each accepted the drinks and thanked her.

"How's the art business?" Harry asked Camila.

Camila brightened. "I sold a couple of things today," she answered.

"It's a beautiful day so a lot of people were out."

"There is no money in the arts," her mother stated with a shake of her head. It hadn't been the first time she'd said so, but like all the other times, the comment fell on deaf ears.