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"Are you kidding me right now?" Camila blurted out, her voice rising in disbelief and a flush creeping up her neck. "You hauled me all the way here for a lecture? About my phone calls? Seriously, you don't want to do this with me, Antonio."Antonio took a step closer, sighing heavily."You've been distant for no reason… that affects me. It makes me wonder what's going on in your head, what you're thinking. And frankly, I don't like being left in the dark."Camila bristled, her arms crossing over her chest. "I told you, I've been busy. And I was processing things. What do you want me to do, send you a daily update on my emotional state?""A simple text back, Camila. 'Busy, talk later.' Or 'Need some space to think, I'll call you.' Something. Anything. Not radio silence."He stopped just a few feet from her, his gaze so intense. "And as for processing… why do you need to process 'us'?"Her gaze faltered, dropping to the floor. "Because it escalated quickly, Antonio. One minute we're in

Antonio tried to hide the smile on his face. Camila just made this a lot easier, breaking the suffocating tension. This was what he liked her: she was perceptive and smart. Clearly, she wanted to get him out of this uncomfortable situation.Antonio stood up, giving Ernesto a sharp side glance. Ernesto's smile was gone; his eyes were narrowed as Antonio guided Camila out of the room.Once outside, they both got into the car, and the doors slammed shut, instantly trapping them in a heavy silence."So, want me to ask first before you tell me?" Camila finally broke the quiet.Antonio started fastening his seat belt as he muttered, "Thanks for understanding."Camila just shrugged. "No prob. You owe me an explanation, though.""I'm sorry he ruined our plans for tonight. I'll make it up to you, any way you want it," Antonio said, starting the engine and changing the subject, but his intentions didn't get past Camila."You're ignoring the question."Antonio gripped the steering wheel. "Look,

Camila was in her happy place: the top floor of her new building, which was basically her giant studio. The scent of fresh paint and new beginnings filled the air, mingling with the excited chatter of early arrivals downstairs.She smoothed down her dress and touched her makeup, swirling at the mirror before stepping out of her private office. This was it. Months of planning, sketching, and stressing, all leading to this big moment.As she made her way downstairs, the hum of conversations grew louder. She recognized familiar faces—her core team, a few loyal clients, some local business folks. And then there was Cole, who wasn't invited, but she knew he'd come anyway. And there was Madison, clinging to him like a limpet as they mingled with some of the guests.Her gaze swept through the crowd, a smile on her face, but there was just this rapidly growing panic setting in.This was real. This was happening. Her heart was pounding. And yes, a wave of nervous excitement was buzzing, making

Camila picked up the pace then, the red dress a flash, a tiny dot she couldn't lose sight of. She was hot on its heels, heading for a quieter part of the studio – those back corridors nobody really goes down. When she whipped around the corner, there she was, back to Camila, just standing there by the window. Even with that huge hat hiding her face, Camila knew exactly who it was. The flair, the elegant still, almost dangerous way she carried herself? Yeah, no mistaking it. "What do you want, Julie?" Camila crossed her arms, standing a few steps away, keeping as much distance as possible. You never can predict Julie when she's like this. Quiet, cold, detached. Julie didn't turn, fingers tracing patterns on the window pane. "Come on, stand with me. I won't bite," she said calmly, a way too soft to be cautious of. Camila didn't move an inch. "What do you want, Julie? We both know this isn't chit chat; get straight to your insults." Julie finally turned, leaning on the wind

Antonio was pacing up and down in the living room, fist clenching and unclenching, sometimes raised as though he wanted to hit something—anything to soothe his frustration.Camila had settled on the couch right beside Abuelo's wheelchair; his feet kept tapping onto the floor like it could somehow summon Alberto from wherever he was.And then there's Ernesto. On the phone, yelling, tie askew, jacket sprawled on the couch, his hair a mess as he had run a hand through it a few times.Ernesto slammed his fist on the table. "I don't give a fuck if you think it's 'too early' or 'overreacting,' Mateo. Mija is GONE! They reported him missing to the police, and guess what? The police are doing jack shit! 'Just a routine disappearance,' they said. ROUTINE?! Alberto doesn't just disappear! He's not some kid who ran off because he's grounded! And a search party? You think I haven't thought of that? We've called everyone, every friend, every place he might be! Nothing! You expect me to sit here