Amelia
I looked over his shoulder to see Camila standing, her eyebrows raised in surprise and eyes sparkled with mischief, while Elena's face was twisted with disgust and jealousy, perhaps, though not the kind I expected.
I immediately pushed away from him, my face burning with embarrassment. The space between us felt charged with tension, and I knew how this must look to them.
“It's not what it looks like," I said quickly.
“Oh, I'm sure it's not," Elena said with false sweetness, her lips curved in a cruel smile.
"But it certainly looks like...” Her voice cut through the night air like a blade. “As soon as she arrived here, this little maid had already enticed John with her charms. How predictable.” The word 'maid' hit me like a physical blow.
Camila stepped forward, her protectiv
