Her phone vibrates once again, saving me from her glare, bringing it to her ear she grunts ruffled, “What?”

“Oh,” her voice softened, “No, no, I'm not mad at you. Tell mommy what's wrong.” she says, attentively listening to her daughter.

Adrian arrives at the table, evidently dumbfounded in the way he stares at Camilla. “You made it,” I grin towards him.

“I did,” he whispers, his gaze resting on Camilla, over analysing her. Camilla paid no mind to him, her focus was fixed on ...