"Dress as sexy as yesterday. We are going to a party. I'll text you the address and time," Camila said, a sarcastic laugh in her voice.
"You do know I'm not a puppet you string, Antonio. If I'm going to be your girlfriend, you're going to give me an explanation. At least tell me where I'm going, whose party it is. So we won't have any problems."
Antonio smirked, impressed. "What a threat." He intercepted a passing tray, snagging a glass of red wine and offering it to her. "Drink this and calm down. I like you better when you're not angry."
Camila's eyes stayed on him for a moment. Without a word, she snatched the glass from his hand. "Yeah," she said, her voice cool, "it's definitely better for you when I'm calm."
She gulped the drink all in one go.
Antonio smiled at the sight and too
