"You will at least have dinner first. Come on, let me show you to your rooms so you can freshen up and come back down to eat," a plump older woman said, she walked besides, Camila, almost like she was guiding her inside the house. Camila decided that she liked the presence of the woman. She had a motherly air about her.
"Thank you, Ma'am. At least someone is thinking of us on this trip." The last part of the sentence was aimed at Juan, but she was smiling at the lady.
"Oh, no need for Ma'am and all, call me Julia," she said, and Camila smiled. The accent was warming enough, with her smile showing the wrinkles on her face, and now her name, Camila almost wanted to hug her. She would have if it was not classified as being too forward.
"Your name is very beautiful. My name is Camila," Cami
