Quiet Reign
She had heard enough.
"Camila, darling," Helena said smoothly, placing a gentle, reassuring hand on Camila’s trembling shoulder. "Go back to the ballroom. Marcus is looking for you, and the Mayor is about to call for the family photo. Let me speak to my son."
Camila bit her lip, shooting Xavier one last, venomous glare before smoothing down her dress. "Fix his head, Aunt Helena," she whispered, her voice tight. "Because I won't be disrespected like this again."