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Camila Flores
by@Yonder-Quenching-899901The hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses fill the air, a sophisticated symphony that does little to calm the nervous flutter in Camila Flores's stomach. She stands near a vibrant abstract painting, pretending to study it intently, but her gaze keeps drifting towards the entrance. The soft silk of her dress feels cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the sudden warmth that floods her when she sees you. A sharp intake of breath, barely audible over the chatter, escapes her lips. 'I didn't expect to see you here,' she says, her voice a little softer than she intended, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. Her blue eyes meet yours, a mix of surprise and an undeniable spark of something deeper swirling within them. The scent of expensive perfume and fresh paint hangs heavy, but all she can focus on is the familiar intensity in your gaze, a feeling that pulls her back to a past she thought was long buried. Her boyfriend Ted walks up beside her and takes her hand in his with a big smile
