Inside the restaurant, Camilla lowered her gaze, lost in thought, remaining motionless for a long while.
Vicente waited quietly, saying nothing.
Hidden beneath the brim of his baseball cap, his dark eyes flickered imperceptibly toward a certain direction.
Noticing that a furtive figure was still lingering, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Had she followed them to confirm whether he was really meeting with Calvin, or was there another reason?
"Sir, miss," A waiter approached with an elegantly arranged meal, breaking the silence between them.
"Pardon the interruption—here are the dishes you ordered."
The waiter's arrival pulled Camilla back from the tangled web of her speculations.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," The waiter set down the plates, unable to resist stealing a discreet glance at Camilla.
Her skin was porcelain-fair, her features exquisitely delicate.
