“She actually wanted a tree to give her directions. When the tree didn’t respond, she started throwing a fit…”
Aurora Robinson couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “That definitely sounds like something she’d do.”
Not wanting Camila Davis to do all the heavy lifting, Aurora stepped forward to help her.
Right on cue, Sarah Brown kicked up a fuss again, shouting at the top of her lungs, “I’ll kill you!”
Neither Camila nor Aurora saw it coming—Sarah almost knocked them both over in her outburst.
Larry Adams, unable to just stand by, hurried over and scooped Sarah up, pinning her gently in his arms. “Hey now, what’s with all this commotion?”
He looked at her, genuinely perplexed. “Seriously, Sarah? Couldn’t get directions from a tree so now you want to fight it?”
Camila let out an exasperated sigh and explained, “It’s not that. She actually hit someone.”
“What?” Larry’s eyes widened, and he swallowed nervously. “Who did she hit?”
Everyone at tonight’s gala was someone important, and Larry was beginning to worry about who Sarah might have offended in the brief chaos.
Aurora, her voice anxious, asked, “Was anyone hurt? Is it serious?”
Camila’s expression was calm as she shook her head. “It shouldn’t be a big deal. With her strength, I doubt she did any real damage.”
Relieved, everyone let out a collective sigh. “That’s good to hear.”
Aurora was still shaken. She quickly said to the group, “Let’s just take her home before things get out of hand again. Larry, help me, would you?”
“Of course,” Larry agreed without hesitation.
The group made their way downstairs together.
The driver pulled the car around promptly.
Within minutes, Aurora and Larry were ushering Sarah into the car and driving her away.
That left Camila, Jarvis Peters, and Dennis Williams standing in the now-emptier hall.
Jarvis, never one for awkward third-wheeling, was about to excuse himself when Dennis suddenly spoke up. “Wait a second…”
“What’s up?” Jarvis looked at him, puzzled.
Dennis turned to Camila. “Ms. Brown did hit someone, so technically she’s at fault. To avoid any trouble, it might be best to send someone to check on things. What do you think, Camila?”
Camila paused, glancing at him. His dark eyes were deep, as if he could see right through her.
Did he already know?
She didn’t hesitate for long and nodded. “Alright, let’s do as you suggest.”
Jordan Smith had made it clear tonight he wasn’t going to let things go.
If this wasn’t resolved quickly, he’d probably use it as an excuse to bother her again later…
Just the thought of it irritated Camila to no end.
Besides, Sarah had only gotten physical tonight to stand up for her.
Camila didn’t want her friend to get dragged into her own mess.


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