90: Moya Dosha (II)

Camilla chuckled. The man never ceased to amaze her, but she was extremely grateful that Alek cared about her feelings enough. She would always like him. Like he said, this was who they were. Expecting a sudden change in his behaviour or attitude was a little delusional of her. Time here had already taught her what she needed to know, and that was: a mafia family wasn't the typical family.

“What time is the party?” she asked, already sliding off him. For whatever reasons they were doing this, she wanted to look her best for him. “I need to prepare.”

Alek stared at the swatch. “6 pm.”

What? She bolted out of the library. Alek wouldn’t need to do much beyond finding himself the perfect suit. She would have to makeup, get the best outfit, and the shoes to match. Reaching their room, she ransacked the closet for a perfect dress. There were many dresses she hadn’t worn since she bought them. This was why she loved shopp