The upcoming car slammed on its brakes, its tires screeching against the pavement as it skidded to a halt just inches away from Camilla.Edward found himself in a moment where everything around him seemed to freeze, his heart racing within his chest.Meanwhile, with a jolt from the sudden stop of the car in front of her, Camilla regained some sobriety, and Alexander hurried to her side.Visibly shaken, the driver of the car emerged from the vehicle, his face displaying deep concern."I'm so sorry... I didn't see her in time. Please, I'm truly sorry," he stammered, his gaze anxiously shifting between the three of them.Breathing a sigh of relief, Alexander locked his eyes on the man and nodded, "It's okay... Thank goodness she's alright." His voice was filled with a mixture of gratitude and lingering fear.Relieved, the driver acknowledged the nod, slowly retreating into his car and driving away at a noticeably slower pace, still visibly shaken by the near accident.With the driver's d
The first rays of the morning sun poured through the sheer curtains, painting the room in a soft, golden hue.Camilla slowly stirred from her sleep, releasing a tired groan as she stretched and opened her eyes.Turning to her side, to her surprise, she was met with Alexander's sleeping figure, his features peaceful and relaxed.Blinking in disbelief, Camilla's shock broke the silence as she exclaimed, "Che diavolo! (What the hell!)"Startled, Alexander jolted awake, immediately sitting upright."Camilla... You're awake," he said, his voice a mix of relief and uncertainty, evident from the bewildered expression on her face.Camilla's heart raced as she looked at Alexander.It had been a year since they last saw each other, and now he was here beside her, seemingly out of nowhere.Her hands flew to her head as she tried to recollect what had transpired the previous night, but her memories were hazy.She recalled Edward coming over, going to a bar he had chosen, and then…….her memory fa
Alexander's car came to a halt in front of the building of Camilla's luxury serviced apartment.The engine's low hum faded into silence, leaving a moment of quiet between him and Camilla.Finally, Camilla tried to break the silence by opening the car, but she was interrupted by Alexander's voice."Camilla...." Alexander's voice was filled with a mix of hesitation and longing as he called out her name, his hand reaching out to gently touch her arm.Camilla paused, her hand still on the door handle, but she didn't turn to face him just yet.After inhaling deeply, as if gathering her composure, she let his hand slide off her arm and rose from her seat.Without a second glance towards Alexander, she swiftly exited the car and headed straight for the building entrance, determined in her stride.Alexander watched still seated as Camilla walked briskly towards the entrance of the building, her back facing him. And running a hand through his hair, he sighed heavily before starting the car's
Camilla stood outside the therapist's office, her hand reaching out to give a soft knock on the glass door.The door itself was sleek and modern, its surface pristine and transparent, allowing a glimpse into the space beyond.Moments later, the door swung open, revealing a woman with a warm and welcoming smile.Dr. Blackwell, the therapist, was an elderly woman who had spent thirty years working in the field and held a Ph.D. She stood in front of Camilla, exuding a sense of calmness and empathy.Her soft, hazel eyes held a gentle spark, while her shoulder-length chestnut hair framed her face with effortless elegance."Camilla... Good morning," She greeted, her voice carrying a calming tone.Camilla's own smile widened, mirroring the genuine warmth she saw in the therapist's expression."Good morning, Dr. Blackwell," she replied, her voice tinged with a mix of nervousness and hope."Please come in." The older woman gestured, her hand gracefully guiding Camilla towards the therapeutic s
Camilla found herself in the quiet confines of her flat as dusk descended upon the bustling metropolis of Paris.Her feet appreciated the freedom of being bare as she glided fluidly from the living room to the kitchen, absorbed in a conversation with her therapist that resonated throughout the apartment."I'm doing a lot better, Dr. Blackwell," she said with each stride. Thank you for checking in on me."As she listened closely to the psychological advice on the other end of the phone, the warmth of the conversation surrounded her, offering peace.Their conversation eventually came to a natural end with both saying their goodbyes.Camilla then laid her phone lightly on the kitchen counter, a sensation of achievement filling her.Wanting to quench her thirst, she reached for a glass and made her way over to the sink, allowing cool water to fall from the faucet.The doorbell rang just as she took a refreshing sip, breaking the peace that had gathered in her flat.Her brow furrowed in cu
"Such beautiful girls," Camilla finally spoke, breaking through Edward's deep thoughts."Yeah," he said, clearing his throat and gesturing for her to take a seat."So, what do you want to eat?" he asked, and Camilla shrugged playfully."I don't know, I didn't plan on having dinner at a restaurant," she said with a grin, and Edward chuckled."Alright then, I guess I'll have to order for both of us," he said, signaling a waiter who approached the table with a friendly smile and confident stride."Bonsoir, mademoiselle et monsieur, (Good evening, miss and sir)" the young man greeted them, his charming Parisian accent adding an extra touch of elegance to his words, "My name is Pierre, how can I help you tonight?"Edward, feeling a surge of confidence, responded in fluent French, surprising both Camilla and the waiter."Bonsoir, Pierre. Pour la charmante dame assise à la table et moi-même, je voudrais commencer par une Salade Niçoise. (Good evening, Pierre. For the lovely lady seated at th
"I... I had feelings for you since the moment we met," Edward continued, his voice soft and genuine."Your beauty, your kindness, your intelligence, the independence you always displayed despite being from a wealthy background... It all captivated me, and I couldn't help but fall for you.""I... I don't know what to say," Camilla finally admitted, her voice wavering slightly."I mean, you never said anything... Matter of fact, remembering those days, you seemed to always avoid me, and I always wondered why?" Camilla said, trying to make sense of the situation.Edward sighed, his gaze filled with sincerity and a hint of regret. "I know I seemed distant, and I apologize for that. I was just nervous around you because I liked you so much.""It was like I couldn't find the right words to say. I didn't want to mess things up, so I tried to keep my feelings hidden and avoided you."Edward stared at her for a while, his hand gently stroking hers, "I still have feelings for you, Camilla," Edw
The sun had barely begun to peek through the curtains of Alexander's bedroom, signaling the start of a new day.Yet, his peaceful sleep was abruptly shattered by the persistent ringing of his phone.A soft, groggy grunt escaped his lips as he reached out, his hand fumbling in the tangle of blankets until his fingers found the elusive device. "Hello?" he mumbled, his voice hoarse from sleep without bothering to check the caller ID, only to be greeted by his grandmother Harriet's stern voice."Alexander Aziel Cena... what on earth has gotten into you?" Her anger was palpable, and it left Alexander feeling utterly bewildered. Confused, he furrowed his eyebrows getting up on the bed. "Grandma, what happened?" he asked, trying to make sense of her ire."Everything!" Harriet's voice crackled with frustration. "You know how much I hate scandals, and yet you had no problem creating one."Scandal?The furrow in Alexander's brow deepened as he struggled to comprehend the accusation being thro