The Blindside of Love (Camren) Altern Versión

Chapter 69

Camila had never seen a house so beautiful up close. She'd been watching it attentively from her seat in Lauren's limousine. The closer they got to it, the more breathtaking it became. Camila felt a lump in her throat at the realization that this was her destination. It seemed too beautiful to be real. She turned to look at Lauren , to share her thoughts, but the actress was in the middle of what sounded like an important conversation.

Not wanting to intrude, Camila leaned her head against the window and lost herself in the images flying past. It felt almost like a fairy tale, being in Lauren's world.

Manhattan seemed so far away at that instance. It was as though she had stepped into an alternate reality, and this was now her life. She lifted her head, glancing at Lauren for a moment before returning her gaze to the outside world.

Except, it wasn't her life. She was fully aware of that. This was just a snippet, a peek at something outside of her sphere of existence. She was merely getting to taste a free sample of success.

"Ah, home sweet hell," Lauren laughed, leaning against Camila to look out of the window.

Camila loved the heat of Lauren's body. She wanted to lean into it, to feel more. Why did simple contact feel so complicated?

"It's beautiful," Camila said, trying to concentrate on the scenery.

"It's pompous and pretentious," Lauren said. "They always have the lights on in all of the windows so it looks more majestic. My mother's idea."

"Sounds like a large electric bill," Camila said, though she couldn't even imagine how large.

Lauren sat back, reclaiming her previous spot near the opposite window. "I don't think my mother has ever seen a bill."

Camila noted that Lauren's tone was more matter-of-fact than judgmental. She wondered if Lauren herself had ever looked at a bill. It didn't seem likely, given Lauren's smooth transition from spoiled rich kid to super stardom. Luck seemed unevenly distributed among the masses.

The limousine rolled to a stop, and the chauffeur stepped out to open the door for them. Once outside, Camila stared up at the mansion with an uneasy feeling. She had no idea what to expect. But she wanted to meet Lauren's family; she wanted to see, first hand, what Lauren grew up with.

"Ready?" Lauren asked.

Camila glanced up at her and offered a brief smile. "I don't know. Are you?"

"Never," Lauren replied. She glanced up at the house and sighed. "Let's get this over with. Whatever you do, don't look directly into my mother's eyes."

Camila smiled, relaxing slightly, and followed Lauren toward the front door. Before they had a chance to knock, a woman who looked like an exact replica of Lauren , if quite a bit older and with short hair, opened the door.

"Opening doors now, mother?" Lauren commented. "That's new. I didn't think you knew how." Lauren's mother didn't reply, her gaze on Camila .

Camila shifted uncomfortably under the woman's intense gaze, but didn't look away. She didn't want to appear intimidated.

After a few seconds, green eyes shifted to Lauren's . "Are you going to introduce your guest, Lauren? Where are your manners?"

"Mother, this is Camila. Camila, this is my mother."

"You may call me Clara ," her mother said, turning her back to them and starting into the house.

Camila glanced at Lauren with a raised eyebrow.