"Come on!" Camila groaned, jabbing Antonio's contact on her phone screen. She tapped the call button, pressed the phone to her ear, her feet tapping on the ground. "Come on, pick up, pick up."
Madison was right beside her, leaning on the car as Camila paced back and forth with her phone, calling Antonio for the umpteenth time in the last few minutes—well, forty minutes can't be labeled "few" anymore; it's getting to an hour.
Camila stopped pacing, ran a finger through her hair, not roughly but gently enough not to ruin her carefully styled curls, letting out a shaky breath. "He's not picking up, Mads. What if something's wrong?"
Her voice was barely a whisper as she lowered the phone, staring at the screen as if Antonio's face might magically appear.
Madison pushed off the car, her exp
