Chapter 87

Camila nodded lightly, a gentle smile on her lips. "I've been here for a while." Thinking about the two texts Sullivan had sent her the night before, Camila felt a flicker of guilt creep in. She lowered her gaze slightly, slender fingers fidgeting with the teacup in front of her. Her long hair fell softly over her shoulder, making her entire presence seem extra graceful and alluring. Sullivan hadn't looked away from her even once. She was beautiful-that was his first impression of her, and it hadn't changed. Back then, she wore a pale blue dress, delicate and distant, almost ethereal, like she had stepped out of a painting. Now, in a simple white knee-length dress, she sat quietly by the table, looking like soft mist in the morning-pure, untouched, and quietly stunning. A sliver of her fair leg peeked from beneath the hem, and the deep red flats on her feet made her look even daintier. Curled up next to the wooden tea table, she tugged at something deep in his heart-something tender. H