For the first time in months, Dante Moretti canceled dinner.
That alone unsettled Camille more than she wanted to admit.
Not because she was clingy. Not because she depended on him emotionally.
But because Dante rarely broke promises to her.
Especially small ones.
Especially personal ones.
Camille sat alone at the long dining table inside the penthouse staring at the untouched candlelight dinner slowly growing cold.
The city lights shimmered beautifully beyond the windows. Soft jazz played quietly in the background. Everything looked romantic.
Empty too.
Her phone vibrated again.
Dante: Emergency board meeting. I'm sorry. Don't wait up.
Camille stared at the message for a few seconds before finally replying.
Camille: It's okay. Handle your work.
Three dots appeared immediately.
Then disappeared.
Then appeared again.
Dante: I'll make it up to you tomorrow.
A small smile touched her lips despite herself.
Camille: You already spoil me enough.
