Chapter 77

CAMILLA

The café was crowded for a Thursday morning, sunlight filtering through tall windows and bouncing off the brass accents of the tables.

The sound of clinking cutlery and soft chatter filled the air, and I inhaled the strong smell of coffee that came with it.

Clara was already there when I arrived, waving from a corner booth with a bright smile. Her hair was pulled into a sleek bun, sunglass