The dinner table was alive with warmth and chatter, plates half-empty and glasses still full of wine. Yet, despite the laughter, Camila’s tone was still firm. “I said what I said,” she declared, pointing her fork dramatically at Harlow. “I am adopting this boy.” Harlow nearly dropped his glass again. “Ma’am... wait, what? You can’t be serious, right?” Camila folded her arms, and her chin lifted high. “You heard me. You’re adorable, smart, and well-mannered. I need a son like you. Consider it settled.” Everyone laughed awkwardly, except Camila, who wasn’t smiling at all. She truly meant it. Cassie chuckled softly, setting down her cutlery. “Aunt Camila, I think you’ve startled him.” “Oh, nonsense,” Camila waved. “I just want him as my son.” Harlow forced a polite grin, unsure if he should thank her or run. “I… I appreciate that.” “Good boy.” Camila nodded approvingly. “Now, since you’re practically family already, tell me... how do you handle betrayal?” The question hung oddly
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