"Fine, I'm going up.
No need to be so scary," Melissa muttered under her breath before casting a dejected glance at Camilla.
"Camilla, let's hang out again next time," she said, then quickly added with a conspiratorial whisper, "Just the two of us—no one else."
"Deal," Camilla replied, her crimson lips curling into a playful smile.
"Just us girls—no Sinclair allowed."
Taylor could only shake his head with a resigned chuckle.
"Alright, I'm heading to my room now," Melissa sighed dramatically, shooting Camilla a knowing look before trudging reluctantly up the stairs.
Each step she took seemed heavier than the last, as if she were dragging invisible weights.
If it weren't for that rogue Vicente, she'd already be sunbathing on the beaches by now.
How utterly infuriating!
At this thought, Melissa stopped abruptly, her face flushed with indignation as she whirled around to glare at Vicente.
