Room 72; Camren (translated to English)

Chapter 2

- Excuse me for a moment. "Yes?" I answered the phone looking up front.

-"What are you doing honey?" Kaylee's voice was ringing through the phone but I could only think of Camila.

-"At the party for fashion designers, Kay," I replied. My tone was dry. Because I just wanted to talk to Camila and my girlfriend was bothering me. Was that normal? The one I should've wanted to talk to was Kaylee, not Camila. She was my girlfriend, but no, for some odd reason It was far more interesting to talk to Camila.

-Today I went to the photoshoot for Gucci, you know? They gave me a couple of bags for me to try on, nothing out of the ordinary.

- "Hey darling, I have to talk to Dolce. I'll call you later." I hung up, releasing a heavy, long, deep sigh. Camila who was looking at me moving the glass of wine, as if she didn't want meddle in my life.

-She was my girlfriend, Kaylee. She... She's a Victoria's Secret model. That's the reason for the party, designers and stuff. I forced a smile and she did too.

- I'm not surprised. "She said with a smile as she place the glass of wine on the edge of the table. Her legs were crossed and she didn't know how to respond to that. Why do you say that?

- "Look at you. You're sexy, pretty, and rich. What less could you be than a Victoria's Secret model? "She gave a soft laugh and took another canape, this time with caviar and put it in her mouth. First bite, she looked at me again. "Even if we don't want it, this is reality, Lauren. You date a world-famous model, and if you break up with her, you'll date an actress or famous singer because you deserve that."

-This is not governed by money, you know? Camila finished eating the canape in one bite and turned to me, slowly tasting it. She smiled, she didn't believe me, but I wasn't going to reply anymore. "For example, you're prettier than my girlfriend."

-"That's not true." Camila answered, frowning, shaking her head. "You go to parties, you meet people. People meet in bars, discos, cafes. Your bars are luxurious restaurants that only the most exclusive people can afford to go to, you have parties which include high end people.

- "What if that person has an accident and meets someone in a hospital? Is that it then? "I frowned, expecting an answer from her, but earned a sigh...

- "Unlikely." She answered running her hands through the fabric of her dress, raising her head to look at me. "I didn't mean to argue with you."

- "I hate that everyone always agrees with me." I smiled and she returned the same smile, staring at each other for a moment .

- I love this song. Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys began to play in the background and the truth is that I loved that song. I got up and took Camila's hands, lifting her from the seat so that she could dance with me. Very awkward. We both laughed as Camila denied.

-"Come on, everyone knows how to dance."

- "Sorry if I step on you." I laughed.

-I took one of her hands and put the other on her waist, while Camila put her hand on my left shoulder and took the other hand, beginning to move and dance slowly. I looked into Camila's eyes, which were glowing and bright although she squeezed them away a bit.

- "What's wrong?" I asked in a low voice, squeezing the hand that was on her waist.

- "Intimidated." She replied turning to look at me biting her lip. It was, really, beautiful. I couldn't even process anything at that moment because I was looking at her mouth as if there was nothing else in this moment more important than her mouth.