*Weird*

Valentina hadn’t even finished her sip of champagne when Camila leaned back on the lounge chair, stretched her legs out, and casually said, “Alright, since you didn’t bring a gift, you owe me.”

Valentina arched a brow. “I thought we settled this already.”

“Oh, no,” Camila smirked, turning onto her side to face her. “I let you off easy. Now I actually need something from you.”

Valentina set her glass down. “Which is?”

“Advice.”

Valentina blinked. ...