Camila's POV
Silence hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Every eye in the dining hall was on me, waiting. Judging.
Selene stood near the entrance, her face twisted in outrage, her chest rising and falling with shallow, angry breaths. Her fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms so hard I wouldn't be surprised if she drew blood.
She didn't want this to happen.
And that was exactly why I was going to say yes.
I met Nathaniel's gaze, forcing my expression into something unreadable, something calm. His dark eyes studied me, waiting for an answer.
I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me, the suffocating reality of what I was about to do. But I ignored it.
I ignored everything except Selene's fury.
Slowly, I reached forward and took the ring from Nathaniel's hand. A sharp gasp rippled through the room, the tension thickening as I held it between my fingers.
Then, with a voice that was steady—calm, even—I spoke.
"I accept."
