Chapter 59

As soon as her voice filled the room, everyone paused in surprise. Camila had the kind of voice that made people stop and listen-it was soft yet expressive, with a bit of a cool and lazy charm, and it fit the song so well. She was completely immersed in her singing, not noticing a pair of deep-set black eyes watching her intently through the glass of the fish tank. Camila had on a vintage-style checkered slip dress that reached down to her ankles. Her wine-red flats matched the tones of the dress, pulling the look together effortlessly. Her makeup was barely there, just enough to accentuate her features. Her long hair was loosely braided from the crown around to the back, revealing her smooth, clean forehead and making her already delicate face even more striking. She held the mic gently, her voice rising and falling with the melody, as if murmuring a quiet story. From Prescott's spot in the corner, she looked unreal-like a forest sprite from an oil painting, glowing with ethereal beau