Chapter 76

Camila was dressed in a pale blue dress, graceful and calm, with a kind of mysterious aloofness that naturally drew the eye. She stood there, graceful as a painting, and he was struck by the quiet intelligence in her eyes-beauty that ran deeper than skin. Just for a second, he felt something stir in his chest-maybe that's what they call a spark. But Sullivan Fletcher had always been the cool and composed type. Even if he felt something, it wouldn't show. His face stayed just as sharp and serious as ever, not giving anything away. "You're here-come, have a seat," Henry greeted warmly, tone easy and familiar. Garnet didn't stand on ceremony. After all, they were old friends. He ushered Camila to a seat without hesitation. "Henry, this is the girl I've been telling you about-Camila," Garnet said with a cheerful grin. Henry's sharp, clear gaze landed on her. "Just like your calligraphy suggests-graceful and composed. Not bad." That was high praise coming from him. He clearly liked what he