CHAPTER TWELVE

CAMILA'S POV

I sat in front of the mirror, looking at the complete makeover I had been given. I never knew I could ever be transformed this way. My hair was beautifully decorated with golds, silvers, and diamonds and I looked like a character straight out of a fantasy novel. Only that this is real.

I heard the door close. I turned to see Isabella rush in with her pad in her hands. She wasn't looking and just scribbled away. "Isabella, watch out," I said, just before she tripped over the table and she fell, her pad falling off with its screen smashing into pieces.

I rushed over to her, helping her to her feet as tears started to well up in her eyes. She walked over to the smashed pad and the tears rolled down her cheeks. "What's wrong baby? Will Daddy scold you for breaking the pad?"

She nodded gently and I wiped the tears rolling down her cheeks. "I will talk to him, okay? He won't scold you. And you have to promise me, no writing while walking."

She nodded before pulling me in