Camila climbed into the back seat of the car, her eyes widening as she took in the interior. Everything was covered in pink.
The passenger seat, in particular, had a plush pink cushion with the words “Camila’s Special Seat boldly displayed.
Hanging from the rearview mirror was a photo of her. It was taken while she was lounging on the sofa in the Campbell residence, basking in the sunlight.
In the photo, her expression was calm and gentle. Even without a smile, it was clear she was living a happy and peaceful life.
As Camila took in the thoughtful decorations, all centered around her, a wave of emotion washed over her. Her eyes grew misty, and her fingers gently brushed against the soft, fluffy cushion, as if she could feel the warmth and care behind it.
She couldn’t help but recall the first time she had ridden in Harry’s car after being released from prison. Back then, his car was filled with traces of Agnes–her perfume, her belongings, her presence everywhere.
At that time, she had been wearing a cheap T–shirt and jeans, her entire outfit worth less than the garment bag that held one of Agnes’s dresses.
She’d felt so small and insignificant back then, never imagining that one day, she would be cherished and valued like this.
Turner seemed to sense her emotions and smiled warmly. “Mrs. Lindsey Campbell arranged all this herself. Do you like it, Ms. Jackson?”
Camila blinked, momentarily surprised, then quickly understood. While Giovani treated her well, it was hard to imagine him turning his car into such a pink wonderland.
Still, the fact that he allowed Lindsey to take over his car and even designate the passenger seat as Camila’s was quite unexpected.
“I love it,” she replied softly, her hands unconsciously smoothing the fabric of her dress.
This was the first time in her life she had ever worn a gown, let alone one so exquisite and expensive. She no longer felt like the girl in cheap clothes who looked out of place in a luxury car.
The stark contrast between the Campbell family’s care and the Jackson family’s indifference was glaring. But now that she had left the Jackson family behind, their opinions no longer mattered to her.
Turner glanced at Andy, who was standing frozen at the villa entrance. “Andy, come on. Get in the car already.
Andy pouted dramatically, his displeasure written all over his face. “I don’t want to watch Giovani getting all lovey–dovey with some other woman.”
Turner rolled his eyes but kept his tone calm and persuasive. “You’re Ms. Jackson’s personal stylist today. If her makeup smudges, who else can fix it? Mr. Campbell specifically had you brought over from Northeville because you’re the only one he trusts.”
The words “the only one he trusts” instantly lit up Andy’s face. With a proud smirk, he said, “Hmph, since Giovani insists, I suppose I’ll grace you all with my presence.”
With that, he sauntered over, his long legs and swaying hips drawing attention. Then he reached for the front passenger door with flair.
Before he could settle in, Sean interrupted him. “Sorry, this seat’s reserved for Ms. Jackson. You’ll have to sit in the back.” Normally, Sean would let Camila sit up front, but her dress and elegant appearance made it easier for her to sit in the back.
Andy froze, glaring at Sean, then stomped to the back seat, pouting like a child.
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The car started moving, but the atmosphere inside was undeniably awkward.
Andy occasionally sneaked side glances at Camila, his expression still full of indignation
Camila, feeling a bit flustered under his gaze, could only offer a polite, uneary unile.
Turner finally broke the silence. “Andy, stop that. Your job is to make sure Ms. Jackson’s makeup stays flawless. It’s an important task, you know,”
Andy huffed, crossing his arms. “Of course I will. When I’m on the job, you can bet the will look stunning all the way through the banquet.”
Camila couldn’t help but chuckle at Andy’s over–the–top attitude, and the tension in the car eased considerably.
In a soft voice, she said, “Andy, I really don’t know what I’d do without you today. Thank you so much for everything
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Andy’s expression softened a bit, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. Still, he kept up his aloof act. “Hmph, at least you have good taste and recognize my brilliance. Just follow my instructions, and I guarantee you’ll outshine everyone at the banquet.”
As the car cruised smoothly down the road, Camila gazed out at the fleeting scenery, her heart brimming with anticipation
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The black Rolls–Royce glided forward like a sleek panther, its glossy surface catching the light and radiating an understated elegance. By the time it stopped at the hotel entrance, it had already drawn a crowd of curious onlookers.
Sean stepped out first, his movements steady and composed. He walked around to the back of the car and, with practiced precision, opened the rear door.
Andy was the first to emerge, his slender waist swaying dramatically as he stepped out with a flair that demanded attention. He struck a deliberately aloof pose, but the excitement in his eyes betrayed his true emotions.
Andy’s dramatic entrance had already captured the attention of many, but it was merely the opening act.
Turner appeared next, circling to the other side of the car. With an elegant and gentlemanly gesture, he extended his arm. From within the car, a delicate, porcelain–like hand emerged, resting lightly on Turner’s arm.
The sight of that hand caused the crowd to collectively hold their breath, their eyes glued to it as they eagerly awaited the appearance of its owner.
With every gaze locked on her, Camila stepped out of the car. Her every movement exuded an effortless grace that left the crowd breathless. The sunlight poured over her, outlining her figure with a golden halo that seemed almost ethereal.
Her hair was styled into an elegant low bun, with a few loose strands framing her slender neck. The gentle breeze played with those strands, adding a touch of playful charm to her elegant demeanor.
She wore a flowing pink gown that hugged her figure perfectly. The sheer fabric hinted at her graceful curves, while the floor–length hem swayed with her every step, resembling a trail of drifting clouds.
Her brows were delicately arched, her eyes clear and bright. Her nose was finely shaped, and her lips, soft and rosy, added the final touch to her exquisite face.
The crowd stood frozen, their eyes wide and mouths slightly agape, their expressions a mix of awe and disbelief.
The lively chatter at the hotel entrance faded into an almost eerie silence, as if the world itself had paused to witness her arrival. Every gaze was locked onto Camila. Everyone was unable to look away, captivated by her presence.
Sean bent down to lift the hem of her gown like it was a priceless treasure, making sure it stayed perfectly smooth.
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With the crowd’s eyes following their every move, the group slowly made their way toward the hotel.
Arthur and Belinda stood among the crowd, completely caught off guard to see Camila at an event like this.
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Arthur’s gaze locked onto Camila, his eyes brimming with fury. “That shameless girl! Of all places, she had to show up at Lindsey’s birthday banquet. I knew she couldn’t keep herself out of trouble.
‘Back then, we forced her to marry the Campbell heir, and she acted all virtuous and unwilling, like a woman of high moral standing. Now look at her–dressed like that, flaunting herself.
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‘She’s not just after the Campbell heir; she’s probably eyeing every wealthy man here. Her ambitions are boundless! Arthur’s thoughts churned with disdain.
Belinda didn’t think of Camila that way. But her face darkened the moment she spotted Camila, her brow furrowing tightly in frustration.
‘Ever since she ran away, Harry’s been drowning himself in alcohol, even getting a stomach perforation. I’ve been worried sick, thinking she might be struggling. But here she is, looking like she’s thriving, all dressed up at Lindsey’s banquet, Belinda thought, seething.
Unable to hold back her anger, Belinda stormed forward with her hand raised high. As she advanced, she shouted, “Camila, you ungrateful girl! While you’re out here having a great time, do you even realize how much we’ve been worried about you?”
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