There were only a few things in Camila's mind, upon waking up at 7:22 in the morning with tiny droplets descending from the spring skies, creating a therapeutic melody as it gracefully crashed on the surface of the earth.
It was a different sound compared to the drizzle splashing on their lap pool in the Cabello household back in Miami, the very one directly adjacent to her old room.
It was different but it was salutary nonetheless.
A serene smile instantly flourished upon her lips as she was reminded of her beautiful night with Lauren that even the throbbing ache in her head could not erase. She certainly did not get enough sleep and remnants of the bottle of wine she had ingested contributed to her agony.
Camila could not recall what time she arrived home but she remembered the seari
