Camilla's pov
I smiled warmly at Vincent, watching him agree to the ski trip, feeling satisfaction settle in my chest.
Everything was going exactly as I'd planned.
Then my eyes shifted across the table to Sabrina, and I felt the warmth drain away.
She was glaring at me. Her hands were clenched around her wine glass so tightly I thought it might shatter.
Suddenly, she rose to her feet, her chair scraping loudly against the floor.
"You are not going anywhere together," she was furious.
The entire restaurant seemed to go quiet. Other diners turned to look at our table.
Vincent's head snapped up, his expression shocked. "Mom, what—"
"No." Sabrina pointed a finger at me, her hand trembling. "I won't sit here and watch this happen. I won't allow it."
"Allow what?" Vincent stood as well
