03~ Two Faces, Two Lives.

His face is close to mine that I can hear how rich and rough his voice is, only adding to how absolutely frantic I am.

I strengthened up immediately, his eyes followed my actions, looking down at me as he stood tall from shadows over me. He covks his brow at me, encouraging me to answer his question.

Hiding some thing? Why would I be hiding some thing? Or is this his normal style of starting a conversation?

He nodded his head, looking entertained by my reply. I watch him eye me with that same amusement on his face, dragging his gaze down my body and back to my face.

I know what he's thinking, I look hilarious in this outfit. If he's expecting some thing impressive like a fantastic figure eight then I'm sorry, I don't have those sexy killing curves.

I looked towards Mrs Mills' direction but she was gone. She's supposed to be here.

I returned my gaze to my unfinished wine, trying to avoid his eyes. "You can look at me, you know, I don't bite." His voice rolls out of his mouth like butter, and with the music playing, it's even more rich and velvet than I thought.

There's a thick British accent wrapped in every single word that comes out from his mouth that I hadn't picked since the beginning of our conversation. No doubt, very soon, I'm gonna have a stroke.

"What's your name?" He asks, tilting his head to the side like he hasn't been staring at me perfectly well since he got here.

"Camila." I replied.

Now, I am very certain of what he is thinking… the very popular musician Camila Cabello.

"You know the popular Camila, that's actually me. Though, I don't bear the ‘Cabello’ because I ohm…" I rumble, gesturing manically with my hands as I talk. "Just call me Camila."

"That's the most I've heard you talk, Camila." He looks at me, sinking his teeth into his lower lip, a breathy smile at my distressed ranting. "I'm Luciano."

"Hi, Luci." My voice is short and high. I guess I was growing nervous about his presence and it's obviously clear in the way I talked.

"You look nervous." He notes smoothly.

Yeah, that's actually what I thought and that's because you're getting me uncomfortable.

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Tonight wasn't just as I expected. It might have been the best for Mrs Mills, but it definitely wasn't for me. First, having an uncomfortable conversation with a rich badass Billionaire who turns out to be mom's boss?

Have you ever imagined having two lives? Being two different people at the same time? I bet you have. But between thinking about it and actually living it, there's a very big difference, believe it.

For weeks now I find myself divided between Camila and Delilah, two women that consume every thing I have, but make me a strong and determined woman who has no fear.

Though I still have my parents with me, I won't say things are really difficult for us. My mother works as Mr Kimber's personal assistant, my dad is a well known doctor. They basically don't have time for me, not complaining, tho.

I mean, what do you expect? I'm twenty three for damn sake!

Sorry for me, today I am some one better without them.

In a matter of minutes, I could see sweet Delilah transforming into seductive Camila. Amazing, isn't it? It's like two faces of the same coin.

I inhaled the smoke that was coming out of the small cup with the black liquid, bringing it to my lips and feeling my tongue getting warmer as it touched it.

I thought of how my night was with Mr Kimber. I guess I'm thinking a lot about him. Why would some one who doesn't know me be so interested in my life? Maybe, it was just curiosity or some interest.

I sighed. I can't believe this is actually happening to me. I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice mom was standing by the door, watching me.

"Is every thing alright?" She asked curiously.

God, if I was alright, I wouldn't be thinking. I thought.

"Yes, don't worry." I answered quickly.

"You don't seem to be alright, you look lost to me. Do you want to share what happened? I think you need a friendly shoulder." She said as she walked up to my bed, sliding her thin fingers into mine.

I am not what you think I am, mom, and I ain't just that Delilah you once knew. But I am sorry, mom, it's a story I can't share.

That's actually who I am, and what I have become.

"Talk to me, sweetheart, I'm all ears."

I couldn't look at her face, the expression she was giving me would by chance make me say what I don't wanna say. There's got to be a way to escape her question, I have to pretend like there is some thing else bothering me.

I faked tears, lots of them that they began to roll down my cheek. "I understand you and dad are only trying to help, but you guys aren't helping me at all."

"Why would you say that, Delilah?"

"Since I turned fifteen, you guys keep making different promises and yet you haven't done any of them. I don't wanna complain because I see how effortlessly you both are working to see that this family survives. But for once, mother, for once, I deserve the love."

I noticed the sudden change of emotion on her face, and this time, it looked like she was going to cry with me.

"I wake up every morning and the next thing is, it's just me alone in the goddamn house! I return from work and yet, there's no one, just me again, all alone doing nothing. I barely survived a second with you and dad, and it's all the same since eight years ago! So yes, I ain't alright, I'm totally not fine either."

"I'm so sorry, Delilah, I wish I can't make it up to you, but…"

"You can't. That's the same word you keep saying every day. You know what, mom, I think I'm already used to it. I'm fine now. I need to get some sleep, I've got class tomorrow." I laid back on my bed, backing her.

I really wish I can get away from all this. Every thing about my life has become nothing but lies!

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To Be Continued…