Bree throws Camila a stern glance but allows herself to be dragged off by her mild-mannered husband. They head towards the children. Camila stays behind with me.
“Well, that was awkward,” I say immediately.
She exhales sharply. “Can’t you make more of an effort?”
I raise my eyebrows. “I did.”
“By showing up in the first place.”
She narrows her eyes. “Seriously?”
“What do you want from me?” I ask. “I don’t do small talk.”
“Well, newsflash: that’s how people start conversations in the real world.”
She glares at me, and just like that, the fire’s back. I lean into it, because I like getting her riled up.
“You wouldn’t be happy there,” I tell her. “In fact, you’d be f*****g miserable.”
“In the so-called ‘real’ world.”
“Maybe that’s what I want,” she snaps.
I raise my eyebrows in di
