Camila's POV
Nathaniel's expression remained unreadable, but the tension in his shoulders was impossible to miss. He wasn't happy. If anything, he looked agitated.
Meanwhile, Isabelle sat there, poised and radiant, as if she hadn't just turned his world upside down by appearing out of nowhere.
Selene, however, was thriving on the chaos. "Oh, don't be so cold, brother," she chided, setting her cup down with an exaggerated sigh. "She's missed you."
Isabelle's lips curved, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her teacup. "I have missed you, Nathaniel." Her tone was light, teasing, but something deeper lurked beneath her words. "I didn't think you'd be so surprised to see me."
Nathaniel exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "I wasn't expecting you." His voice was calm but laced with something hard to define.
"Well," Isabelle tilted her head, her silky hair falling effortlessly over her shoulder, "I wanted to surprise you."
