Page 60 of Resolute

“Well, it just so happens Camila is my fiancée,” I say.

Gemma immediately hugs Camila, who is frozen in place. Owen’s slimy expression goes from elation to confusion in one microsecond, and I feel triumphant, having removed the grin from his face.

“I thought she was your assistant?” he asks, confused.

“Yeah, well. That’s how we met.” I shrug it off as I serve champagne for Camila and myself.

Just as I’m about to toast, Gemma catches on, her eyes going wide with realization.

“Oh, oh!” she exclaims “Congratulations, you two. Camila, such a pleasure to meet you. Let me know if I can help you in any way planning the wedding of the century. Vicente Godoy is getting married. I can’t believe this.”

Owen shoots me a murderous look as he leans in, his voice low enough only for me to hear.

“This is not the end of things. You might have been my best friend at some point, but now…”

He trails off, straightening to his full height, and with a curt nod to Camila, he leads Gemma to their table.

What the fuck did he mean by that? Was he hoping to have an affair with Camila?

Now that he’s basically said our friendship is over, it’s not like I can call him and ask him what his deal is. This is where I regret not having more friends—someone who could dig for answers on my behalf.

“Really, Vicente?”

When I turn to Camila, she’s glowering at me.

Fuck. Idefinitelydidn’t think things through.

“I’m sorry, it just came out,” I say.

“You’re sorry?” she asks between clenched teeth, her eyebrows forming a straight line. “I thought you said you were going to give me time to think things through.”

“And I will, but I just couldn’t take Owen’s face as he looked down at you.”

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. I should do the same, but I can’t take my eyes off her.

“Let’s just eat. This whole ordeal has made me extremely hungry.” A hint of a smile appears on her face, but it’s gone before I can do a double take.

We eat and drink in peace as Camila talks about how amazing the pasta is.

Just to be safe, I order an Amalfi lemon tart to share. And the pleasure sounds Camila makes after each bite has me praying she’ll agree to marry me.

I can’t get enough of this woman.

Once we’re done eating, instead of heading back to the car, I decide to walk around the block. I’m looking for a store, but all I see are restaurants.

When was the last time I walked around London like this?

“Where are we going?” she asks as she speed walks to keep up with me.

I slow down and hold her hand—and just like before, she doesn’t pull away.

“I’m looking for something.”

“Can you be more cryptic?”

I chuckle at her sarcasm. “I need to buy something for Ava.”

Camila stops in her tracks, and when I look at her, she’s ready for battle.

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