It's was already afternoon time, and my mom yelled my name from downstairs for lunch. I got nervous about letting Camila meet them all, even if they wouldn't see her as my romantic partner in life since they were religious about things.
"Join us downstairs," I told Camila, and she suddenly felt shy, which made me chuckled because of her reactions.
"Should I?" She asked in a low voice. And I smiled at her so she would think that it was okay at all.
"Of course," I replied as I messed her hair, which she glared at me, and it worked. She got distracted by what I did.
I stood up, and I'm feeling a lot better, unlike when I woke up earlier in the morning. I held Camila's hand as I pulled her outside of the room as we got downstairs, and we went to the dining area where everyone was sitting
