Camila parked in front of the house. It felt like her heart was in her mouth as she struggled to breathe. She was so nervous about what was about to go down. She began rethinking her life choices all over again. Maybe she should have just stayed at home and celebrated with her friends. She should have just not replied to Juan's text. Was the grey dress okay? It seemed like respectable office wear, not what someone would wear to see a guy.
Juan's house was smaller than Camila would have expected. It couldn't be the house that Alberto Romano lived in before he died. It was a small duplex, which seemed like a banker would like in with his three kids, not the owner of such a huge company. The house had class, though. It might be small, but it certainly was worth a lot. The place was also out
