"Camilla's here," Melissa noticed the commotion at the door.
Her long, thick lashes fluttered slightly as a faint smile finally touched her eyes.
"I'll go check."
Vicente watched her hurried departure, then raised his glass and drained the red wine in one gulp.
A flicker of displeasure darkened his deep, obsidian eyes.
He had come to realize something.
This little girl didn't just have a thing for handsome men—she was equally drawn to beautiful women.
In short, it all boiled down to one word: Shallow.
But perhaps that wasn't such a bad thing.
Vicente lifted his gaze, his eyes settling on the elegant, strikingly handsome man in the distance.
At least it proved that some affections weren't what he had assumed them to be.
Calvin, sharp as ever, sensed Vicente's stare and turned to meet it.
Across the room, the two men exchanged a slight, knowing nod.
"Tsk, tsk," Tiffany admired her friend's stunning beauty while swiftly snapping photos with her phone.
