The aroma of garlic and herbs hit Camila the moment Jose opened the door. It wasn't the heavy, opulent scent she associated with Julie's lavish dinners, but something simpler, more… domestic.
Jose, for his part, looked surprisingly relaxed in a casual polo shirt. The dining room was indeed softened by a few hastily arranged bouquets of white lilies – clearly the "decorations" he'd mentioned.
And it looks like it's not enough.
"Nice color combination. I guessed you'd buy the right ones," he said as he took the bouquet from her.
"Come on in," he gestured, a slight smile on his face.
"Dinner's almost ready. I hope you're hungry."
Camila stepped inside, but strangely she didn't feel uneasy. She kinda felt like home. That was as long as Diane and Julie were not home.
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