Chapter 2

Camila's P.O.V

The smell of waffles filled the kitchen as I sipped my coffee by the island. I had woken up once my alarm went off at 4:30 a.m, I went about with my regular morning exercise, journaling and meditation. I had to find at least some peace of mind in a world full of power. 

My laptop sat on the kitchen island before, I stared at the screen intently as I watched a preview of my favorite TV series, The Vampire Diaries, I really couldn't get enough of Damon Salvatore but my heart really aches for Stefan Salvatore, no grudges, I just loved Stefab a little more.

My journal and planner sat next to my laptop along with my pencils, highlighters and markers. Whenever I  wasn't doing what my family wanted, I tried to at least have some peace in my mind and heart, I just had to. So I journaled, I write in the morning, the aftertoon and before bed, it's been a routine for a while a while now, something I picked up in middle school.

People really think my family was the perfect family, perfect daughters, perfect parents. They think it's all about love and passion of....I can't even say this without feelong sick to my stomach, but yeah, people really see my family as role models, if only they were my role models, just people I aspire to never become like.

Once my waffles were finished, I put them on a plate and put some whipped on them them, added some sliced down the middle strawberried, and then I just sat there trying to catch up on my movie.

"Well, you're up early" a voice said catching my attention as I put the fork into my mouth, savouring the taste.

I looked up at the person, he stood on the opposite side of the island with a small smile on his face. He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a tank top, his muscular arms on full view. My eyes roamed over the familiar face and I put my fork down.

"Emilio" I say nodding my head at Elijah's younger brother.

Emilio Camorra, 20, he wasn't all that bad like the rest. Though I had never really spoken to him, he was always smiling and waving at me, Mira said he was a reputation, so when she says someone in her family is nice, I believe her.

"You're looking well rested" Emilio says taking a seat on one the island chair stools.

"I'm supposed to look miserable after just a few hours of marrying into your family, thanks for the heads up" I say nodding my head and giving my attention to my laptop.

Emilio chuckles, reaching his hand over, taking my fork. I watch carefully as he leaned over and put a piece of my waffle into his mouth.

"Yum" he says looking up at me, with his pretty boy smile, yeah right.

Our eyes locked and I was honestly sick and bored of all these pretty boys trying to grab my attention. I put my my hand up, over his face and pushed him back and out of my face. He fell back into the chair with a light laugh, I didn't get the joke.

"I see you two have met" Elijah says startling us both.

I knew his voice anywhere, so low and rowdy, he spoke in a sarcastic yet calm tone all the time, I don't know how he does it.

Emilio looked at his brother with an expression that made me want to laugh, he was laughing before so now he just looked like his brother interrupted his perfect moment.

"Knock next time" Emilio says suggestively, adjusting himself on the chair.

"My house?" Elijah asks walking toward the coffee maker.

I zoned out, trying not be caught up in there little brotherly bit. Mira has told me quite a lot about them. Always bickering, Elijah didn't really seem like the type to bicker or stand around annoyance, as I've said, he resembled his father in many ways.

Emilio on the other hand, he's the one who puts a smile on everyone's faces, he's the last son and the one who just spends as much money as he wants because he's Momma's boy and his mother allowed his do as he pleased.

I wish that was me, if it was up to my family, they'd tell me when to breathe the very air that was given freely.

"Anyway, I was just admiring your beautiful wife, she has a lovely voice and she can cook!" Emilio says cupping his face between his hands, staring at me with longing eyes. 

I tried my best to not look at him, I really wasn't in any mood  for anyone's mouthing todays. My parents will be arriving in the next few hours and I am enjoying my peace.

Our parents decided to move in with us, to make sure everything was going according to plan, I don't know why. All we had to do was sign some papers, have a massive wedding, take a few pictures for the media and I just thought we'd live our lives seperated, while inside of the same house.

I thought wrong.

"Wipe that up" Elijah says to his brother, standing next to me.

"Wipe what up?" Emilio asks confused, "I hadn't spilled anything" he says looking down at the island top.

"Your drool, it's on the floor" Elijah replied causing Emilio's face to form into an annoyed expression.

"Plus, it was just waffles, the waffle maker made them" Elijah finished, shruggong his shoulders.

Rolling my eyes, I tried to finish my breakfast, trying not to strike up a conversation, it wasn't hard, I could stay silent the whole day, honestly didn't mind.

Emilio was about to retort when my phone started ringing, my eyes loooked to the screen as  I leaned over to pick it up.

"Boyfriend?" Emilio asks with a sly smirk.

I don't respond as I swiped the screen, answering the call.

"Joshua?" I ask, pressing pause on the laptop to stop the movie.

"Cam, sorry I hadn't gotten to you sooner, any chance we can have lunch?" my friend says in a hurried voice.

"Yeah, I'll meet you at the tavern at ten"  I say then hung up.

I couldn't wait for his reply, Elijah's stare was burning into the sidenof my face. I dared not to look up once to meet his eyes, I got up and put my stuff together and shoved the plate of waffles to a grinning Emilio gently.

So many E's in this family.

I walked passed Elijah like he wasn't even there, and hurried to my room to get dressed, knowing my family, they would be here by 1:00 p.m, the sharpest. So that gives me enough time to talk to Josh and possibly meet up with Mira.

After getting dressed, I left my room, walked down the staircase and toward the door. Just as I am about to open it, Elijah came into view, all dressed in his business suit. As sharp as a new pencil.

"Where are you going?" he asks as he buttoned his cuffs.

"Does it matter to you?" I ask raising an eyebrow at him.

"You're my wife Camila, I'm supposed to know where you're going" he retorts walking closer to me.

"Not entirely, so Im not obligated to tell you anything" I replied standing my ground.

As much as I was pushed around, I tried so hard to stand up for myself as best as I could.

Elijah stopped in his tracks, he looked over my attire, up to my face and nods his head in approval. Are you serious?.

"You can go, be back by 12, remember our parents will be here", and with that, he turned and walked toward the staircase.

I watched him go up, I stood there for a few seconds before turning and opeing the door. As if I needed his permission.