Camila's driver came just in time.
The car felt safe, but her mind kept going back to Antonio's fast driving and her reaction to the fears. It had been two years, and yet the scar the accident left refuses to go away. Even when she thought she had recovered, her reaction minutes ago just proved she was terribly wrong.
They arrived at the entrance, and there, just outside, was a car parked, blocking the gates.
Camila almost rolled her eyes at the figure leaning against the car.
Emily.
Dressed in a vibrant, almost aggressively pink tracksuit, complete with chunky platform sneakers and oversized sunglasses perched precariously on her nose.
Like, who wears sunglasses at night?
Camila got out. All the while, Emily had that scrunched-up face, arms crossed like she was ready for a confront
