Camila's POV
Nathaniel had been gone for a while, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease creeping up on me. I busied myself by tidying the room, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Last night had been incredible, but I couldn't help but worry about what would come next.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and I turned, expecting Nathaniel. Instead, Isabelle sauntered in, eyes blazing with anger.
"So it's true," she spat, crossing her arms and glaring at me.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "What are you talking about?"
She scoffed. "Don't play dumb, Camila. I saw him leaving this room this morning. You think you can just waltz in and steal Nathaniel from me?"
My heart pounded, but I forced myself to stay calm. "I didn't steal anyone. Nathaniel makes his own choices."
