Dante

Camila was so fucking stunning. Within the span of a breath, as I stared into her emerald gaze, prominent memories of our short relationship sped through my thoughts. From seeing her for the first time the night before Dario’s wedding and wondering why in the hell he hadn’t chosen her, to taking a knee in Nicolas Ruiz’s home and asking Camila to marry me. Every stolen moment in between all culminated in having her here now, with me.

As the fast-forward reel spun, a ...