Amelia
Maxwell and I locked eyes for a few seconds. The air felt heavy, tight. Then the woman beside him cleared her throat, breaking the moment. I quickly looked away and turned to Declan, forcing a small, awkward smile that didn’t feel real.
Mrs. Sinclair’s voice rang out, cheerful and teasing. “So, who is the lady sitting next to you?” she asked, smiling widely. “I hope she wasn’t rented for this occasion too.” She laughed, and her husband joined in.
Maxwell’s jaw clenched instantly. “I already told you, Mom,” he said firmly. “This is my friend, Camilla.”
Camilla smiled politely at everyone, her posture calm and composed. “It’s really nice to meet you all,” she said softly.
Mrs. Sinclair’s expression softened at once. “She’s lovely,” she said warmly, then turned to Mr. Sinclair. “V
